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A Christmas Folk-Song

The little Jesus came to town;

The wind blew up, the wind blew down;

Out in the street the wind was bold;

Now who would house Him from the cold?

Then opened wide a stable door,

Fair were the rushes on the floor;

The Ox put forth a horned head :"Come,

Little Lord, here make Thy bed."Up rose the Sheep were folded near:"Thou Lamb of God, come, enter here."He entered there to rush and reed,

Who was the Lamb of God, indeed.

The little Jesus came to town;

With Ox and Sheep He laid Him down;

Peace to the byre, peace to the fold,

For that they housed Him from the cold!

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