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Marke this songe, for it is trewe |
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I come from heuin to tell |
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Now let vs sing with joy and mirth |
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Immortal Babe, who this dear day |
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Sweet Musicke, sweeter farre |
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I sing the birth was born to-night |
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In numbers, and but these few |
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Tell us, thou cleere and heavenly tongue |
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Give way, give way ye gates and win |
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So now is come our joyful'st feast |
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All you that to feasting and mirth are inclined |
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be ferste joye as i zu telle |
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One God, one Baptisme, and one Fayth |
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A Virgin most pure, as the Prophets do tell |
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The Lord at first had Adam made |
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The Angel Gabriel from God |
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When righteous Joseph wedded was |
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The first Nowell, the Angel did say |
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When Caesar Augustus had raised a taxation |
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When Augustus Caesar throughout |
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All you that are to mirth inclined |
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This new Christmas Carrol |
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