Herod the King, in his raging, Charged he hath this day His men of might, in his own sight, All children young, to slay. Troll the ancient Yule tide carol, Fa la la la la, la la la la. O sisters, too, how may we do, For to preserve this day This poor Youngling for whom we sing, By, by, lully, lullay.ĭon we now our gay apparel, Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
‘Tis the season to be jolly, Fa la la la la, la la la la.
By, by, lully, lullay.ĭeck the halls with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la, la la la la. Lullay, Thou little tiny Child, By, by, lully, lullay. The composer of the music is unknown.Īlthough the background of this song has never been identified, most historians estimate that both the lyrics and melody originate from 16th-century Wales. Gowans – daisies mony – many burn – stream braid – broad gie’s – giveīring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella Bring a torch, come swiftly and run Christ is born, tell the folk of the village Jesus is sleeping in His cradle Ah, ah, beautiful is the Mother Ah, ah, beautiful is her Son Hasten now, good folk of the village Hasten now, the Christ Child to see You will find Him asleep in the manger Quietly come and whisper softly Hush, hush, peacefully now He slumbers Hush, hush, peacefully now He sleepsĮnglishman Robert Croo wrote the lyrics of the Coventry Carol for the Pageant of the Shearman and Tailors Guild in 1534. Translation: auld lang syne – times gone by twa – two hae – have aboot – about braes – hills pu’d – pulled For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet, For auld lang syne. 1553Īnd ther’s a hand, my trusty friend, And gie’s a hand o’ thine We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet, For auld lang syne. The stars in the sky looked down where He lay The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay The cattle are lowing, the poor Baby wakes But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky And stay by my side, ‘til morning is nigh Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay Close by me forever and love me I pray Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care And take us to heaven to live with Thee thereīring a Torch, Jeanette Isabella French carol, ca. But seas between us braid hae roared Sin’ auld lang syne. Sin’ auld lang syne, my dear, Sin’ auld lang syne. We twa hae sported i’ the burn, From morning sun till dine, But seas between us braid hae roared Sin’ auld lang syne. Sin’ auld lang syne, my dear, Sin’ auld lang syne, We’ve wandered mony a weary foot, Sin’ auld ang syne. We’ve wandered mony a weary foot, Sin’ auld lang syne. We twa hae run aboot the braes And pu’d the gowans fine. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne?Īway in a manger, no crib for His bed The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne? And days of auld lang syne, my dear, And days of auld lang syne.
The melody was later added by American composer James Ramsey Murray in 1887. The words to this popular carol were first published anonymously in Philadelphia in 1885. Auld Lang Syne is traditionally sung at midnight on New Year’s Eve. All Rights Reserved.Īuld Lang Syne originated as a Scottish poem and retains the original lyrics. Chorus Glo-ori-a in excelsis de-o Glo-ori-a in excelsis de-o Shepherds in the fields abiding Watching o’er your flocks by night God with man is now residing Yonder shines the Infant light Come and worship, come and worship Worship Christ the newborn King Saints before the alter bending Watching long in hope and fear Suddenly the Lord, descending, In His temple shall appear Come and worship, come and worship Worship Christ the newborn KingĬhorus Glo-ori-a in excelsis de-o Glo-ori-a in excelsis de-o Shepherds, why this Jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings be Which inspire your heavenly song? Chorus Glo-ori-a in excelsis de-o Glo-ori-a in excelsis de-o Come to Bethlehem and see Him whose birth the angels sing Come, adore on bended knee Christ, the Lord, The newborn King Chorus Glo-ori-a in excelsis de-o Glo-ori-a in excelsis de-o See Him in a manger laid Jesus, Lord of heaven and earth! Mary, Joseph, lend your aid, With us sing our Savior’s birth. Henry Smart composed the music to this triumphant carol.Īngels from the realms of glory Wing your flight o’er all the earth Ye, who sang creation’s story Now proclaim Messiah’s birth Come and worship, come and worship Worship Christ the newborn KingĪngels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o’er the plains And the mountains in reply, Echoing their joyous strains. Irishman James Montgomery wrote the words to Angels from the Realms of Glory in 1816. 12 The Wassail Song.13 Up on the Housetop. Christmas Carols Angels from the Realm of Glory.
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