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A Christmas Carol

Welcome, sweet Christmas, blest be the

That Christ our Saviour was born!

Earth's Redeemer, to save us from all danger,

And, as the Holy Record tells, born in a manger.      Chorus —Then ring, ring,

Christmas bells,

Till your sweet music o'er the kingdom swells,

To warn the people to respect the

That Christ their Saviour was born.

The snow was on the ground when Christ was born,

And the Virgin Mary His mother felt very

As she lay in a horse's stall at a roadside inn,

Till Christ our Saviour was born to free us from sin.

Oh! think of the Virgin Mary as she

In a lowly stable on a bed of hay,

And angels watching O'er her till Christ was born,

Therefore all the people should respect Christmas morn.

The way to respect Christmas

Is not by drinking whiskey or wine,

But to sing praises to God on Christmas morn,

The time that Jesus Christ His Son was born;

Whom He sent into the world to save sinners from

And by believing in Him in heaven we'll dwell;

Then blest be the morn that Christ was born,

Who can save us from hell, death, and scorn.

Then he warned, and respect the Saviour dear,

And treat with less respect the New Year,

And respect always the blessed

That Christ our Saviour was born.

For each new morn to the Christian is dear,

As well as the morn of the New Year,

And he thanks God for the light of each new morn.

Especially the morn that Christ was born.

Therefore, good people, be warned in time,

And on Christmas morn don't get drunk with

But praise God above on Christmas morn,

Who sent His Son to save us from hell and scorn.

There the heavenly babe He

In a stall among a lot of hay,

While the Angel Host by

Sang a beautiful and heavenly anthem.

Christmas time ought to be held most dear,

Much more so than the New Year,

Because that's the time that Christ was born,

Therefore respect Christmas morn.

And let the rich be kind to the poor,

And think of the hardships they do endure,

Who are neither clothed nor fed,

And Many without a blanket to their bed.

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William Topaz McGonagall (March 1825 – 29 September 1902) was an Irish weaver, poet and actor who lived in Scotland. He won notoriety as an extr…

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