The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap, His hair was like a light. (O weary, weary were the world, But here is all aright.) ...
Article : 128 wordsWelcome, Holy Babe, Tho' in the manger lowly. Bright and rich Thou art This night in Thy halls of glory. ...
Article : 80 wordsI heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat ...
Article : 69 wordsWhen Cryst was born of Mary fre, In Bedlem in that fayre cyte, Angellis song ther with myrth and gle, In excelsis gloria. ...
Article : 101 wordsSleep, little Babe, hear the song that I sing you. See, I am holding you close to my heart. Hear You the ox breathing softly upon You, Trying to You his own warmth to impart. ...
Article : 174 wordsSleep, sweet babe! my cares beguiling: Mother sits beside thee smiling; Sleep, my darling, tenderly! If thou sleep not, mother mourneth, ...
Article : 40 wordsSleep, baby, sleep! The Mother sings: Heaven's angels kneel and fold their wings: Sleep, baby, sleep! With swathes of scented hay Thy bed, ...
Article : 122 wordsUpon my lap my Sovereign sits, And sucks upon my breast, Meanwhile His love sustains my life And gives my body rest, ...
Article : 83 wordsOh, 'tis Christmas in Ireland now and I'm alone, And parted from all dear friends I have known: But unto the Christ-child 'll fervently pray To bless all my loved ones on Christmas Day. ...
Article : 135 wordsThe shepherd upon a hill he sat, He had on him his tabard and his hat. His tar-box, his pipe and his flagat; His name was called Jolly, Jolly Wat; ...
Article : 103 wordsMowed, nowell, nowell, nowell, Tydinges gode by the yngke to telle, The borya hede, that we bryng here, Betokeneth a prince withowte pere, ...
Article : 82 wordsCome, Thou Redeemer of the earth, Come testify Thy Virgin birth, All lands admire, all times applaud, Such is the birth that fits a God. ...
Article : 196 wordsI sing the birth was born to-night, The author both of life and light; The angola so did sound It. And like the ravished shepherds said, ...
Article : 169 wordsCome, bring with a noise, My merry, merry boys, The Christmas log to the firing; While my good dame, she ...
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Catholic Weekly (Sydney, NSW : 1942 - 1954), Thu 18 Dec 1952, Page 3
It's easy and takes two shakes of a lamb's tail!
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