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[D]Good people all, this [Bm]Christmas[A]time,
Consider [D]well and [F]bear in[C] mind
What [D]our good God for[Bm]
us has [A]done,
In sending [D]His be[G]loved [D]Son.
With Mary [F]holy we should pray
To God with [D]love this [F]Christmas
[C]Day
In [D]Bethlehem u[Bm]pon that [A]morn
There was a [D]blessed Mes[G]siah [D]born.
Near Bethlehem did shepherds keep
Their flocks of lambs and feeding sheep;
To whom God's angels did appear,
Which
put the shepherds in great fear.
"Prepare and go," the angels said,
"To Bethlehem, be not afraid;
For there you'll
find, this happy morn,
A princely Babe, sweet Jesus born."
With thankful heart and joyful mind,
The shepherds went the Babe to find,
And as God's angel had foretold,
They
did our Saviour Christ behold.
Within a manger He was laid,
And by his side the Virgin Maid,
As long foretold, there
was a blessed Messiah born
List Of Wexford Songs
An Carol Loch
Garman
Good daoine go léir, an uair seo na Nollag,
Smaoinigh go maith
agus a choimeád i gcuimhne
Cad tá ár Dia maith dúinn a rinneadh
I sheoladh a mhac beloved
Le Máire
naofa chóir dúinn guí,
Le grá do Dhia an Lá Nollag
I mBeithil ar sin morn,
Bhí Messiah bheannaigh rugadh
An oíche
roimh an lán sásta
Na Maighdine uasal agus a threorú
Bhí am ar fad ag iarraidh suas agus síos
Chun
teacht ar a thaisceadh sa bhaile
Ach marc ceart go maith cad a tháinig chun pas a fháil
Ó repelled
gach doras, faraor
Mar a bhí foretold, a dhídean ar fad
An raibh ach damh humble's stalla
Near
raibh Bethlehem shepherds choinneáil
A gcaoirigh na n-uan caorach agus beathú
Cé dó ar thug
aingeal Dé láithriú
Cé acu a chur ar an haoirí i eagla mhór
Agus dul chun cinn, a dúirt
an angels
Go
Beithil ní, a eagla
Chun go mbainfidh tú, an morn sona
A leanbh beag princely, Íosa
milis, a rugadh
Le buíoch croí agus aigne joyful
Na haoirí chuaigh an leanbh a aimsiú
Agus
bhí foretold mar aingeal Dé
raibh siad ár Slánaitheora Críost behold
Laistigh de manger a leagadh air
Agus ag a thaobh bean maighdean
Ag freastal ar an Tiarna na Beatha
Cé
a tháinig ar an talamh go deireadh gach achrann
Bhí triúr fear ciallmhar ó gcéin
D'ordaigh ag le réalta glórmhar
Agus
ar ghri siad oíche agus lá
Go dtí gur tháinig siad nuair a leagan Íosa
Agus nuair
a tháinig siad ris an áit sin
I gcás ina leagan ár Messiah beloved
chaith siad humbly iad ar a chosa
Le
bronntanais óir agus incense milis.
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