American Ballads and Songs

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Christmas time was drawing near And the nights were growing cold,
When three Httle babes came running down Into their mother's fold.
She spread a table long and wide,
And on it put bread and wine. "Come eat, come drink, my sweet little babes;
Come eat and drink of mine."
"We want none of your bread, mother,
We want none of your wine, For yonder stands our blessed Lord
And to Him we will join."
She made a bed in the very best room,
And on it put clean sheets, And over the top a golden spread,
The sweeter they might sleep.
"Take it off, take it off," cried the eldest one,
"Take it off," cried he, "For I would not stay in this wicked world,
Since Christ has died for me.