The winter season of the year,
When to this world out Lord was born.
The Ox and the donkey, so they say,
did keep His Holy Prescence warm.
CHOR: How many oxen and donkeys now,
If they wher there when first He came.
How many oxen and donkeys you know
at such a time would do the same?
And on that night it has been told,
These humble beasts so rough and rude.
Throughout the night of holy birth.
Drank no water ate no food.
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How many oxen and donkeys now,
If they were ther when first he came,
How many oxen and donkeys you know,
At such a time would do the same.
As soon as to these humbe beasts,
Appeared our Lord so mild and sweet,
With joy they knelt before his grace,
And gently kissed his tiny feet.
How many oxen and donkeys now,
If they were ther when first he came,
How many oxen and donkeys you know,
At such a time would do as much.
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