| The first Noël
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| The angels did say
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| Was to certain poor shepherds
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| In fields as they lay
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| In fields where they
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| Lay keeping their sheep
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| On a cold winter’s night
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| That was so deep
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| Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
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| Born is the King of Israel
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| Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
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| Born is the King of Israel
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| What Child is this who laid to rest
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| On Mary’s lap is sleeping?
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| Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,
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| While shepherds watch are keeping?
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| This, this is Christ the King,
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| Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
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| Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
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| The Babe, the Son of Mary.
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| So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,
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| Come peasant, king to own Him;
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| The King of kings salvation brings,
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| Let loving hearts enthrone Him.
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| Raise, raise a song on high,
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| The virgin sings her lullaby.
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| Joy, joy for Christ is born,
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| The Babe, the Son of Mary.
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| This, this is Christ the King,
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| Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;
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| Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
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| The Babe, the Son of Mary. |