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Offline cantatedomino

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YE MASTERS IN THE HALL!!!!
« on: December 24, 2013, 06:54:53 PM »
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  • Masters in this hall, hear ye news today.
    Brought from over the sea and ever I you pray.


    Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell sing we clear!
    Holpen are all folk on Earth, born is God's Son so dear!
    Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell sing we loud!
    God today hath poor folk raised and cast a-down the proud.

    Going o'er the hills, through the milk-white snow,
    Heard I ewes bleat, while the wind did blow.


    Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell sing we clear!
    Holpen are all folk on Earth, born is God's Son so dear!
    Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell sing we loud!
    God today hath poor folk raised and cast a-down the proud.


    Then to Bethlem town, we went two and two,
    And in a sorry place, heard the oxen low.


    Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell sing we clear!
    Holpen are all folk on Earth, born is God's Son so dear!
    Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell sing we loud!
    God today hath poor folk raised and cast a-down the proud.


    Therein did we see, a sweet and goodly may
    And a fair old man, upon the straw she lay.


    Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell sing we clear!
    Holpen are all folk on Earth, born is God's Son so dear!
    Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell sing we loud!
    God today hath poor folk raised and cast a-down the proud.

    And a little child, on her arm had she,
    "Wot ye who this is?" said the hinds to me.


    Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell sing we clear!
    Holpen are all folk on Earth, born is God's Son so dear!
    Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell sing we loud!
    God today hath poor folk raised and cast a-down the proud.


    This is Christ the Lord, masters be ye glad!
    Christmas is come in, and no folk should be sad.


    Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell sing we clear!
    Holpen are all folk on Earth, born is God's Son so dear!
    Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell sing we loud!
    God today hath poor folk raised and cast a-down the proud.



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    YE MASTERS IN THE HALL!!!!
    « Reply #1 on: December 24, 2013, 07:39:36 PM »
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  • Thanks, Cantate!  Here's one for the children:

    [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/embed/kjRXIiZ8bs0[/youtube]

    In the Bleak Midwinter
    Christina Rossetti


     In the bleak mid-winter
     Frosty wind made moan,
     Earth stood hard as iron,
     Water like a stone;
     Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
     Snow on snow,
     In the bleak mid-winter
     Long ago.

     Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him
     Nor earth sustain;
     Heaven and earth shall flee away
     When He comes to reign:
     In the bleak mid-winter
     A stable-place sufficed
     The Lord God Almighty,
     Jesus Christ.

     Enough for Him, whom cherubim
     Worship night and day,
     A breastful of milk
     And a mangerful of hay;
     Enough for Him, whom angels
     Fall down before,
     The ox and ass and camel
     Which adore.

     Angels and archangels
     May have gathered there,
     Cherubim and seraphim
     Thronged the air,
     But only His mother
     In her maiden bliss,
     Worshipped the Beloved
     With a kiss.

     What can I give Him,
     Poor as I am?
     If I were a shepherd
     I would bring a lamb,
     If I were a wise man
     I would do my part,
     Yet what I can I give Him,
     Give my heart.
     

     
    But one thing is necessary. Mary hath chosen the best part, which shall not be taken away from her.
    Luke 10:42


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    YE MASTERS IN THE HALL!!!!
    « Reply #2 on: December 25, 2013, 05:02:06 PM »
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  • [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YEGLKQodSU[/youtube]

    The video is of a shorter version of this:

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    Drive The Cold Winter Away

    Alternate Titles: In Praise Of Christmas
    The Praise Of Christmas
    All Hail To The Days

    Words: Anonymous, before ca. 1625
    Sometimes erroneously attributed to Tom Durfey (1653-1723)

    Music: 17TH Century

    ...

    The First Part

    1. All hail to the days that merit more praise
        Than all the rest of the year,
    And welcome the nights that double delights
        As well for the poor as the peer!
    Good fortune attend each merry man's friend,
        That doth but the best that he may;
    Forgetting old wrongs, with carols and songs,
        To drive the cold winter away.

    2. Let Misery pack, with a whip at his back,
        To the deep Tantalian flood;
    In Lethe profound let envy be drown'd,
        That pines at another man's good;
    Let Sorrow's expense be banded from hence,
        All payments have greater delay,
    We'll spend the long nights in cheerful delights
        To drive the cold winter away.

    3. 'Tis ill for a mind to anger inclined
        To think of small injuries now;
    If wrath be to seek do not lend her thy cheek
        Nor let her inhabit thy brow.
    Cross out of thy books malevolent looks,
        Both beauty and youth's decay,
    And wholly consort with mirth and with sport
        To drive the cold winter away.

    4. The court in all state now opens her gate
        And gives a free welcome to most;
    The city likewise, tho' somewhat precise,
        Doth willingly part with her roast:
    But yet by report from city and court
        The country will e'er gain the day;
    More liquor is spent and with better content
        To drive the cold winter away.

    5. Our good gentry there for costs do not spare,
        The yeomanry fast not till Lent;1
    The farmers and such think nothing too much,
        If they keep but to pay for their rent.
    The poorest of all now do merrily call,
        When at a fit place they can stay,
    For a song or a tale or a cup of good ale
        To drive the cold winter away.

    6. Thus none will allow of solitude now
        But merrily greets the time,
    To make it appear of all the whole year
        That this is accounted the prime:
    December is seen apparel's in green,
        And January fresh as May
    Comes dancing along with a cup and a song
        To drive the cold winter away.

    The Second Part

    7. This time of the year is spent in good cheer,
        And neighbours together do meet
    To sit by the fire, with friendly desire,
        Each other in love to greet;
    Old grudges forgot are put in the pot,
        All sorrows aside they lay;
    The old and the young doth carol this song
        To drive the cold winter away.

    8. Sisley and Nanny, more jocund than any,
        As blithe as the month of June,
    Do carol and sing like birds of the spring,
        No nightingale sweeter in tune;
    To bring in content, when summer is spend,
        In pleasant delight and play,
    With mirth and good cheer to end the whole year,
        And drive the cold winter away.

    9. The shepherd, the swain do highly disdain
        To waste out their time in care,
    And Clim of the Clough2 hath plenty enough
        If he but a penny can spare
    To spend at the night, in joy and delight,
        Now after his labour all day;
    For better than lands is the help of his hands
        To drive the cold winter away.

    10. To mask and to mum kind neighbours will come
        With wassails of nut-brown ale,
    To drink and carouse to all in the house
        As merry as bucks in the dale;
    Where cake, bread, and cheese is brought for your fees
        To make you the longer stay;
    At the fire to warm 'twill do you no harm,
        To drive the cold winter away.

    11. When Christmas's tide come in like a bride
        With holly and ivy clad,
    Twelve days in the year much mirth and good cheer
        In every household is had;
    The country guise is then to devise
        Some gambols of Christmas play,
    Whereat the young men do best that they can
        To drive the cold winter away.

    12. When white-bearded frost hath threatened his worse,
        And fallen from branch and briar,
    Then time away calls from husbandry halls
        And from the good countryman's fire,
    Together to go, to plough and to sow
        To get us both food and array,
    And thus will content the time we have spend
        To drive the cold winter away.


    http://www.hymnsandcarolsofchristmas.com/Hymns_and_Carols/drive_the_cold_winter_away.htm