Britten, Benjamin - A Ceremony of Carols, In freezing winter night

Britten, Benjamin

In freezing winter night

Behold, a silly tender babe,
In freezing winter night,
In homely manger trembling lies,
Alas, a piteous sight!
The inns are full; no man will yield
This little pilgrim bed.
But forced he is with silly beasts
In crib to shroud his head.
This stable is a Princes court,
This crib his chair of State;
The beasts are parcel of his pomp,
This wooden dis his plate.
The persons in that poor attire
His royal liveries wear;
The Prince himself is come from heav’n;
This pomp is prizèd there.
With joy approach, O Christian wight,
Do homage to thy King;
And highly praise his humble pomp,
Wich he from Heav’n doth bring.

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