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m 11URON CAROL 'Twas in the rnorn of wintertime, When ail the birds had fled,-' That righty Gitchi-Manitou Sent ange] choirs instead; Before their light the stars grew dirn And wond'ring hunters heard the ;;In, Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, In excelsis gloria. WASSAIL SONG Here we corne a-wassaïihng Among the leaves so green, Here we corne a-wandering, So l'ir to be seen: Refrain Love andjioy corne ta you, And ta you your wassail too, Andd bless you, and sendyou A /zappy new year, And God send you a happy new year. Our wassail cup is made 0f the rosernary tree, And so is your beer 0f the best barley: Refrain We are not daily beggars That beg frorn door to door, But we are neighbours' children Whorn you have seen before: Cal] up the butier of this bouse, Put on bis golden ring; Let hlm bring us up a glass of beer, And better we shall sing: Refrain We have got a little purse 0f stretching leather skin; We want a littie of your money To lime it well within: Refrain Bring us out a table, And spread it with a cloth; Bring us out a mouldy cheese And some of your Christmnas loaf. Refrain God bless the master of this bouse, Likewise the mistress toc; And ail the little children That round the table go: Refrain Good Master and good Mistress, Wh1ile you're sitting by the fire, Pray think of us poor children Who are wandering in the mire: Refrain Sending warmest thouglîts for the b~ight. est of happy holldays to one and al!f 1