  Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella! Bring a torch, to the cradle run! It is Jesus, good folk of the village; Christ is born, and Mary’s calling; Ah! Ah! beautiful is the mother; Ah! Ah! beautiful is her son. It is wrong when the Child is sleeping, It is wrong to talk so loud; Silence, all, as you gather around, Lest your noise should waken Jesus: Hush! Hush! see how fast He slumbers; Hush! Hush! see how fast He sleeps. Who goes there a-knocking so loudly? Who goes there a-knocking like that? Ope your doors, I have here on a plate Some very good cakes which I am bringing: Toc! Toc! quickly your doors now open; Toc! Toc! come let us make good cheer. Softly to the little stable, Softly for a moment come; Look and see how charming is Jesus, How He is white, His cheeks are rosy. Hush! Hush! see how the Child is sleeping; Hush! Hush! see how He smiles in dreams. |
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