Oh wake ye, little children, And be of goodlie cheer. Yon sun so high along the sky Hath shone two thousand year. And once it saw a little child In manger lying undefiled, And all about the cattle mild Did lovingly draw near. So wake ye, little children, And be of goodlie cheer. Oh wake ye, little children, And let each heart be gay. Good Will to Men they carolled then, And why should ye delay? Awake, awake, and rise and sing, And greet ye every living thing, For man and beast did greet your King On that first Christmas day! Then wake ye, little children, For this is Christmas day. |