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The Moon Shines Bright
01:03
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The moon shines bright, and the stars give a light
A little before it is day
Our Lord, our God, he called on us
And he bids us awake and pray
Awake, awake, good people all
Awake and you shall hear
Our Lord, our God was born on this day
For us whom he loved so dear
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Trinquez
02:15
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Chorus: Trinquez, trinquez, les verres à la main
En esperant les autres
Trinquez, trinquez, les verres à la main
En esperant les autres
Oh, toutes les chansons que les hommes ont chantées
Méritent un coup à boire
Oh, toutes les chansons que les hommes ont chantées
Méritent un coup à boire (Chorus)
Oh, toutes les chansons que les femmes ont chantées
Méritent un coup à boire
Oh, toutes les chansons que les femmes ont chantées
Méritent un coup à boire (Chorus)
Oh, toutes les chansons les Cadiens ont chantées
Méritent un coup à boire
Oh, toutes les chansons les Cadiens ont chantées
Méritent un coup à boire (Chorus)
Oh, toutes les chansons que vous autres a chantées
Méritent un coup à boire
Oh, toutes les chansons que vous autres a chantées
Méritent un coup à boire (Chorus)
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A Blessing
00:54
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Your little flame of life we guard
For the long night that must be hard
Your eyes we teach to know the day
That shall make wonderful your way
Bright be your flame, my soul, my one
Whose pilgrimage I see begun
And when these guiding hands are gone
In love of all things, good go on
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I Wonder as I Wander
03:22
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I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus the savior did come for to die
For poor onry people like you and like I
I wonder as I wander out under the sky
When Mary birthed Jesus t’was in a cow’s stall
With wise men and cattle and shepherds and all
When high from God’s heaven a star’s light did fall
And the wonder of the ages it did then recall
If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing
A star in the sky or a bird on the wing
Or all of God’s angels in heaven for to sing
He surely could have had it, for he was the king
I wonder as I wander out under the sky
How Jesus the savior did come for to die
For poor onry people like you and like I
I wonder as I wander out under the sky
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Chorus: Glory, Lady, and blessed now is She
And those who sing the seven long verses
In honor of our Lady
Sing alleluia, sing alleluia
Sing allelu, the heavens are true
Sing alleluia
The first rejoice our Lady got, it was the rejoice of one
It was the rejoice of her dear son when He was born and young (Chorus)
The next rejoice our Lady got, it was the rejoice of two
It was the rejoice of her dear son when He was sent to school (Chorus)
The next rejoice our Lady got, it was the rejoice of three
It was the rejoice of her dear son when He made the blind to see (Chorus)
The next rejoice our Lady got, it was the rejoice of four
It was the rejoice of her dear son when He read the Bible o’er (Chorus)
The next rejoice our Lady got, it was the rejoice of five
It was the rejoice of her dear son when He raised the dead alive (Chorus)
The next rejoice our Lady got, it was the rejoice of six
It was the rejoice of her dear son when He carries the crucifix (Chorus)
The next rejoice our Lady got, it was the rejoice of seven
It was the rejoice of her dear son when He ascended the throne to heaven (Chorus)
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The Cherry Tree Carol
03:23
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When Joseph was an old man, and an old man was he
He married the Virgin Mary, the queen of Galilee
He married the Virgin Mary, the queen of Galilee
Joseph and Mary walked through the orchard green
There were berries and cherries as thick as might be seen
There were berries and cherries as thick as might be seen
Then Mary spoke to Joseph, so meek and so mild,
“Joseph, gather me some cherries, for I am with child,
Joseph, gather me some cherries, for I am with child.”
The Joseph flew in anger, in anger flew he
“Let the father of your baby gather cherries for thee
Let the father of your baby gather cherries for thee.”
Then up spoke Baby Jesus from in Mary’s womb,
“Bend down you, tallest tree, that my mother might have some
Bend down you, tallest tree, that my mother might have some.”
Then down bent the tallest tree, ‘til it touched Mary’s hand
Said she, “Oh, look thou Joseph, I have cherries by command,”
Said she, “Oh, look thou Joseph, I have cherries by command,”
Then Joseph took Mary all on his right knee
“Oh, tell me, pretty baby, when your birthday will be,
Oh, tell me, pretty baby, when your birthday will be.”
“On the sixth day of January, my birthday will be
When the stars and all the elements shall tremble with glee,
When the stars and all the elements shall tremble with glee.”
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Lurg geurey dy niaghtey as arragh dy rio
Va ny shenn chirree marroo, as ny eayin beggey bio
Chorus: O, irree shiu my voch’llyn, as gow shiu da’n clieau
Ta ny kirree fo niaghtey, cho dowin as v’ad rieau
Shoh dooryt Nicholas Raby, as eh ‘sy thei ching
Ta ny kirree fo niaghtey ayns Braaid Farrane Fing (chorus)
Shoh dooryt Nicholas Raby, goll seose er y lout
Dy row my haight bannaght er my ghaa housane mohlt (chorus)
Kirree t’ayms ‘sy Laggan, as goair ‘sy Clieau Ruy
Kirree keoi ‘sy Coan-y-Chistey nagh jig dy bragh veih (chorus)
Dirree mooinjer Skeeyll Lonan, as hie ad ery chooyl
Hooar ad ny kirree marroo ayns Laggan Varooyl (chorus)
Dirree mooinjer Skeeyll Lonan, as Skeelly-Chreest neest
Hooar ad ny kirree beggey ayns Laggan Agneash (chorus)
Ny muilt ayns y toshaight, ny reaghyn ‘sy vean
Eisht ny kirree trome eayin cheet geiyrt orroo shen (chorus)
Ta mohlt aym son Nollick as jees son y Chaisht
As ghaa ny tree elley son yn traa yiowyms baase (chorus)
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The Holly Bears a Berry
02:58
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Oh, the holly bears a berry as while as the milk
And Mary bore Jesus all wrapped up in silk
Chorus: And Mary bore Jesus, our Savior for to be
And the first tree in the green wood is was the holly, holly, holly
And the first tree in the green wood is was the holly
Oh, the holly bears a berry as green as the grass
And Mary bore Jesus who died on the cross (chorus)
Oh, the holly bears a berry as black as the coal
And Mary bore Jesus who died for us all (chorus)
Oh, the holly bears a berry as red as the blood
And Mary bore Jesus to do sinners good (chorus)
Oh, the holly bears a berry as blood it is red
And we trust in our Savior who rose from the dead (chorus)
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Nollaig Shona
02:14
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Nollaig Shona go leir in Éirinn
Tabhair scith go na gasuir óg
Nollaig Shona go leir in Éirinn
Biodh athas, ta Iosa ag teacht
Ta na coinneal ag caiteamh solas
Spaint an bealach don Slánaitheoir
Seosamh agus Muire siul go socair
Sios an casan síocháin
Solas agus síocháin go deo
A Íosa Críost, A Rí na bfearr
Stop an fuil agus an fuath
Cuir athas isteach do croí
Biodh se na Nollaig ar fead na bliana
A Íosa a Muire a Seosamh
Tabhair dhuin an bothar siochanta
Tuisant i nDuine grá ina croí
Cas amhráin go Íosa
Solas agus síocháin go deo, go deo
Solas agus síocháin go deo
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Tree of Life
02:34
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Holy babe, do you dream,
Sleeping in a humble cattle stall,
Of the same ancient world
Which all human babes recall?
In wooden trough, your destiny is cast,
The timber your support from first until the last.
Mary, who bears the Word,
Shepherd and magi before her bow;
Holds her son, as she will
One night thirty-three great years from now
In mother's arms, the first and last to be
In such most sacred ring, transformed all are we.
Joseph, no seed of yours
Yields this tree of life by prophets told
This sapling’s wood you will
Build into a fortress for our souls
Flesh counterpart to Father above
For God to walk with men
You teach Him with love
So, let us then rejoice
Tiding of great joy to all who dwell
Kneel and sing now your praise
To our tree of life, Emmanuel
Planted that we may likewise life provide
And transformed that we may
In paradise abide
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Shuheen, Shu
03:21
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Peacefully my baby sleep
Stars in heaven begin to peep
O’er thy bed of yellow gold
Angels high their wings unfold
Shuheen, shu, lulalu
Birds of eve, their vespers sing
Shuheen, shu, lulalu
Through the vales, their hymn doth ring
Shuheen, shu
Now the moon begins to rise
Sailing through the peaceful skies
Through the leaves the silver rays
Shimmer through the ghostly haze
Shuheen, shu, lulalu
Virgin Mary, mother mild
Shuheen, shu, lulalu
Through the night protect my child
Shuheen, shu
Shuheen, shu
Shuheen, shu
Seoithín seo, seothu leo
Seoithín seo, ‘s tú mo leanbh
Seoithín seo, seothu leo
Lu, lo, lo, ‘s tú mo leanbh
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Remember the Poor
03:06
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Cold winter has come with its cold chilling breath
The verdure has fell from the trees
All nature seems touched by the finger of death
The leaves are beginning to freeze
When poor robin redbreast approaches his cot
With icicles hanging from the door
When contented you sit by a warm fireside
It’s time to remember the poor
When the cold fairy snow from the north doth descend
It blankets the prospects around
It covers the earth with a mantle so white
Hard-chilling and freezing the ground
The poor harmless hare escapes from the wood
Its footprints indented in the snow
When the lips and the fingers are tinted with blood
Then sportsmen a-hunting do go
When the lads and the lasses on the rivers do slide
The water no longer does flow
The fish in their prisons do find no release
No dangers for travelers to go
The trees in the forest are covered with snow
The flowers attend us no more
When there’s black, billowing smoke, reviving and hot
It’s time to remember the poor
Soon the time will be here that our savior was born
The ends of the earth shall rejoice
Saints, angels, and men at a new year will sing
The rich shall lie down with the poor
Saints, angels, and men alleluias will sing
The rich shall lie down with the poor
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‘Tis the gift to be simple, ‘tis the gift to be free
‘Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be
And when we find ourselves in the place just right
We’ll be in the valley of love and delight
When true simplicity is gained
To bow and to bend we will not be ashamed
To turn, to turn, t’will be our delight
‘Til by turning, turning we’ll come down right
I danced in the morning when the world was begun
I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun
I came down from heaven and I danced on the Earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth
“Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the Lord of the Dance,” said He
“And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be
And I’ll lead you all the dance,” said He
I danced for the scribe and the pharisee
But they wouldn’t dance, and they wouldn’t follow Me
I danced for the fishermen, for James and John
They followed Me, and the dance danced on
“Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the Lord of the Dance,” said He
“And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be
And I’ll lead you all the dance,” said He
I danced on the Sabbath, and I healed the lame
But the holy people said it was a shame
They whipped and they stripped and they hung me high
They left me there on a cross to die
“Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the Lord of the Dance,” said He
“And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be
And I’ll lead you all the dance,” said He
I danced on a Friday when the day turned black
Oh, it’s hard to dance with the devil on your back
They buried my body and they thought I’d gone
But I am the dance and I still go on!
“Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the Lord of the Dance,” said He
“And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be
And I’ll lead you all the dance,” said He
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the dance that will never, never die
I live in you, and you live in Me
I am the Lord of the Dance, said He
“Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the Lord of the Dance,” said He
“And I’ll lead you all, wherever you may be
And I’ll lead you all the dance,” said He
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The Reawakening
03:28
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The midwinter night is long and chill
The trees, like my heart, have grown slowly still and silent
The slow starvation and creeping death of disuse
The midwinter night is brittle with cold, and eternally dark
And lies, like my heart
Waiting, waiting
For the ritual bonfires to seize the cold night
With feverish heat and blazing light
To stir the sap to flow
Life-sustaining blood
Exploding night to day
The flames devour the over-dry fuel
Leaping skyward, gasping breath
Consuming the deadwood of the soul
The body snaps from trembling chill to fiery sweat
Igniting ancient memories of rapture
And from the savage violence of ecstasy
Emerges primal bliss, near nirvana
Like the bonfires in winter
Passion has revived my heart
Resurrecting the insensible
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Gloucestershire Wassail
03:54
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Wassail, wassail, all over the town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl it is made of the good maple tree
With our wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee!
Now here’s to the maid in the lily-white smock
Who tripped to the door and opened the lock
Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin
For to let these jolly wassailers in
Wassail, wassail, all over the town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl it is made of the good maple tree
With our wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee!
Come goodman and fill us a bowl of the best
And we hope your soul in heaven may rest
But if you do fill us a bowl of the small
Down go the goodman, bowl and all
Wassail, wassail, all over the town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl it is made of the good maple tree
With our wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee!
Now here’s to the cow and to her left horn
Please God, send the master a good crop of corn
And a good crop of corn, may we all see
With our wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee
Wassail, wassail, all over the town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl it is made of the good maple tree
With our wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee!
Now here’s to the pig and to her right eye
Please God, send the master a good Christmas pie
And a good Christmas pie, may we all see
With our wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee!
Wassail, wassail, all over the town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl it is made of the good maple tree
With our wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee!
Now here is to Dobbin and to his long tail
Please God send the master a good cask of ale
And a good cask of ale, may we all see
With our wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee
Now here’s to the donkey and to his left ear
Please God send the master a happy new year
And a happy new year, may we all see
With our wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee
Wassail, wassail, all over the town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl it is made of the good maple tree
With our wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee!
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