Irish Carol
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Christmas day is come; let's all prepare for mirth, Which fills the heavens and earth at this amazing birth. Through both the joyous angels in strife and hurry fly, with glory and hosannas, "All holy" do they cry, In heaven the Church triumphant adores with all her choirs, The militant on earth with humble faith admires. But why should we rejoice? Should we not rather mourn To see the hope of nations thus in a stable born? Where are his crown and scepter, where is his throne sublime, Where is the train majestic that should the stars outshine? There no sumptuous palace nor any inn at all To lodge his heavenly mother but in a filthy stall?
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