B. Britten. - VIII. IN FREEZING WINTER A Ceremony of Carols. | Текст песни

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• VIII. IN FREEZING WINTER A Ceremony of Carols.

Behold, a silly tender babe, in freezing winter night,
In homely manger trembling lies. Alas, a piteous sight!
The inns are full; no man will yield This little pilgrim bed.
But forced he is with silly beasts in crib to shroud his head.
This stable is a Prince's court, this crib his chair of State;
The beasts are parcel of his pomp, the wooden dish his plate.
The persons in that poor attire His royal liveries wear;
The Prince himself is come from heaven; This pomp is prized there.
With joy approach, 0 Christian wight, Do homage to thy King,

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