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little young lambs were on the hill
Glory,
Glory
The
night was dark and the wind it was still
Glory,
Glory, Glory
They
lookèd low, they lookèd high,
But all they saw was a star in the sky.
Singing, Glory, glory, glory, Christ is born
They
lookèd low, they lookèd high
Glory,
Glory
There
came a great light into the Sky
Glory,
Glory, Glory
And
all God's angels sang out plain
So sweet as collybirds after rain.
Singing, Glory, glory, glory, Christ is born
Go
little young lambs to Bethlehem
Glory,
Glory
And
there you'll find the King of men
Glory,
Glory, Glory
In
the manger on the hay
The lamb that's born on Chrissimas day.
Singing, Glory, glory, glory, Christ is born
The
little young lambs away they went
Glory,
Glory
And
followed their shepherds in great content
Glory,
Glory, Glory
And
in a manger there he lay
Our Lord was born on Chrissimas day.
Singing, Glory, glory, glory, Christ is born
[key F]
From Miss Ruth
L. Tongue, Wharncleeve Cottage, Crowcombe, Taunton, Somerset, who
heard it at Cothelstone in the Quantock Hills in her childhood.
(Tune noted by Michael Bell.)
See http://www.folkinfo.org/songs/displaysong.php?songid=76
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