1. You that wont to my pipes sound, Daintily to tread your ground, Shepherds leave your pasture sweet. (Jolly shepherds and nymphs sweet.) Lirum, lirum, lirum. Here met together in winter weather, (Under the weather,) Hand in hand uniting, The Holy Child come greet. (the lovely god come greet.) Lirum, lirum, lirum, Lirum, lirum, lirum, lirum. 2. Lo triumphing brave comes He, All in pomp and Majesty, Monarch of the world and King, Lirum, lirum, lirum. Let whoso list Him, dare to resist Him, We our voice uniting, His praise shall ever sing. (Of his high acts will sing) Lirum, lirum, lirum, Lirum, lirum, lirum, lirum.
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