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(John Mason Neale, 1818 - 1866; music arranged and adapted by Loreena. Mckennitt). Good King Wenceslas looked out. On the Feast of Stephen. When the snow lay 'round about. Deep and crisp and
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A farmer there lived in the north country. A hey ho bonny o. And he had daughters one, two, three. The swans swim so bonny o. These daughters they walked by the river's brim. A hey ho bonny o. The
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I sowed the seeds of love. I sowed them in the spring. I gathered them up in the morning so clear. When the small birds so sweetly sing. When the small birds so sweetly sing. . The gardener was
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White are the far-off plains, and white. The fading forests grow;. The wind dies out along the height. And denser still the snow,. A gathering weight on roof and tree. Falls down scarce audibly
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we do sing. By by, lully lullay?. . Herod, the king. In his raging. Chargиd he hath this day. His men of mightin his own sight,. All young children to slay. . That woe is me. Poor child for
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and joy, comfort and joy;. O tidings of comfort and joy!. . From God our Heavenly Father. A blessed angel came. And unto certain shepherdsBrought tidings of the same. How in that Bethlehem was
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her lovely Molly O', the lily of the west. One day as I was walking down by a shady grove. I spied a lord of high degree conversing with my love. She sang her song delightfully while I was sore
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Ten years ago on a cold dark night. Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light. Just a few at the scene, and they all did agree. That the man who ran looked a lot like me The judge said "Son
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I was down the glen one Easter morn. To a city fair rode I. There armed lines of marching men. In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, no battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo. But the
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I was an unmarried girl. I'd just turned twenty-seven. When they sent me to the sisters. For the way men looked at me. Branded as a jezebel. I knew I was not bound for Heaven. I'd be cast in
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I was an unmarried girl. I'd just turned twenty-seven. When they sent me to the sisters. For the way men looked at me. Branded as a jezebel. I knew I was not bound for Heaven. I'd be cast in
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Here we are we've come to call. With pipes and flutes and fiddles and all. In case of death we've even brought a keener. So, if you're glum and feeling down. Just feel like us and act the clown
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Never give all the heart. For love will hardly seem worth thinking of. To passionate women if it seems certain Never give all the heart. For love will hardly seem worth thinking of. To passionate
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? And still she cried, "I love him the best. And a troubled mind sure can know no rest". And still she cried, "Bonny boys are few. And if my love leaves me, what will I do?" There is a dance house in
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As I went out walking one fine summer morning. The birds in the bushes did whistle and sing. The lads and the lasses in couples were courtin'. Going back to the factory their work to begin He
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Far away across the ocean. Underneath an Indian star. Dwells a dark eyed lonely maiden. On the coast of Malabar In the harbor, where we anchored. I can see her shy and sweet. With a bunch of
