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O Come O Come Emmanuel
02:41
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O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here,
Until the Son of God appear.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan's tyranny ;
From depths of hell Thy people save,
And give them victory o'er the grave.
Rejoice ! Rejoice ! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
O come, O come, thou Lord of might,
Who to Thy tribes, on Sinai's height,
In ancient times didst give the law
In cloud and majesty and awe.
Rejoice ! Rejoice ! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
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Brande Champanje
03:50
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There is no rose of such virtue
As is the rose that bare Jesu;
There is no rose of such virtue
As is the rose that bare Jesu;
Alleluia.
There is no rose of such virtue
As is the rose that bare Jesu;
For in this rose contained was
Heaven and earth in little space;
Alleluia
There is no rose of such virtue
As is the rose that bare Jesu;
By that rose we may well see
That he is God in persons three,
Alleluia
There is no rose of such virtue
As is the rose that bare Jesu;
The angels sungen the shepherds to:
Gloria in excelsis deo:
Alleluia
There is no rose of such virtue
As is the rose that bare Jesu;
Leave we all this worldly mirth
And follow we this joyful birth;
Alleluia
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Gaudete
02:47
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Gaudete, gaudete! Christus est natus
Ex Maria virgine, gaudete!
Tempus adest gratiæ
Hoc quod optabamus,
Carmina lætitiæ
Devote reddamus.
Deus homo factus est
Natura mirante,
Mundus renovatus est
A Christo regnante.
Ezechielis porta
Clausa pertransitur,
Unde lux est orta
Salus invenitur.
Ergo nostra concio
Psallat iam in lustro;
Benedicat Domino:
Salus Regi nostro.
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Angelus ad Virginem
03:51
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Angelus ad virginem,
Subintrans in conclave,
Virginis formidinem
Demulcens, inquit "Ave!"
"Ave, regina virginum:
Coeli terraeque dominum
Concipies et paries intacta
Salutem hominum;
Tu porta coeli facta,
Mendela criminum."
1. Gabriel to Mary came,1
And entered at her dwelling,
With his salutation glad,
Her maiden fears dispelling
'All hail, thou queen of virgins bright!2
God, Lord of earth and heaven's height,3
Thy very Son
Shall soon be born
in pureness,
The Saviour of mankind.
Thou art the gate of heaven bright,
The sinners' healer kind.'
2. 'How could I a mother be
That am to man a stranger?
How should I my strong resolve,
My solemn vows endanger?'
'Pow'r from the Holy Ghost on high4
Shall bring to pass this mystery.
Then have no fear:
Be of good cheer,
Believing
That still thy chastity
In God's Almighty keeping
Shall all unsullied be.'
3. Then to him the maid replied,
With noble mien supernatural
'Lo! the humble handmaid I5
Of God the Lord eternal
With thee, bright messenger of heav'n,
By whom this wondrous news is giv'n,
I well agree
And long to see
Fulfilled
Thy gracious prophecy.
As God my Lord doth will it,
So be it unto me!"
4. Hail! thou Mother of the Lord,
Who bring'st of gifts the rarest,6
Peace to angels and to men
When Christ the Lord thou barest!
Do thou, we pray, entreat thy Son
For us our long'd redemption
Himself to win
And from our sin
Release us;
His succor for to give7
That, when we hence are taken
We too in heav'n may live.
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Bring Us In Good Ale
04:20
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Bring us in no brown bread, for that is made of bran,
Nor bring us in no white bread, there therein is no game;
Bring us in no beef, for there is many bones,
But bring us in good ale, for that goes down at once;
So bring us in good ale, good ale, bring us in good ale;
For our Blessed Lady's sake, bring us in good ale.
Bring us in no bacon, for that is passing fat,
But bring us in good ale, and give us enough of that;
Bring us in no mutton, for that is often lean,
Nor bring us in no tripes, for they be seldom clean;
So bring us in good ale, good ale, bring us in good ale;
For our Blessed Lady's sake, bring us in good ale.
Bring us in no eggs, for there are many shells,
But bring us in good ale, and give us nothing else;
Bring us in no butter, for therein are many hairs;
Nor bring us in no pig's flesh, for that will make us boars;
So bring us in good ale, good ale, bring us in good ale;
For our Blessed Lady's sake, bring us in good ale.
Bring us in no puddings, for therein is all God's good;
Nor bring us in no venison, for that is not for our blood;
Bring us in no capon's flesh, for that is often dear;
Nor bring us in no duck's flesh, for they slobber in the mere;
So bring us in good ale, good ale, bring us in good ale;
For our Blessed Lady's sake, bring us in good ale.
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1. Tomorrow shall be my dancing day;
I would my true love did so chance
To see the legend of my play,
To call my true love to my dance;
Sing, oh! my love, oh! my love, my love, my love,
This have I done for my true love
2. Then was I born of a virgin pure,
Of her I took fleshly substance
Thus was I knit to man's nature
To call my true love to my dance.
3. In a manger laid, and wrapped I was
So very poor, this was my chance
Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass
To call my true love to my dance.
4. Then afterwards baptized I was;
The Holy Ghost on me did glance,
My Father’s voice heard from above,
To call my true love to my dance.
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Mirie It Is
02:45
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Mirie it is while sumer y-last
And fugheles son
Oc nu neheth windes blast
And weder strong.
Ei, ei! What this nicht is long
And ich with wel michel wrong
Soregh and murne and fast.
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The Coventry Carol
03:01
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Lullay, lulla, thou little tiny Child,
By, by, lully, lullay.
Lullay, Thou little tiny Child.
By, by, lully, lullay.
O sisters, too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day;
This poor Youngling for whom we sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.
Herod the King, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day;
His men of might, in his own sight,
All children young, to slay.
Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
And ever mourn and say;
For Thy parting, nor say nor sing,
By, by, lully, lullay.
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Personet Hodie
05:04
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1. Personent hodie voces puerulæ
Laudantes iucundė qui nobis est natus,
Summo Deo datus, et de vir-vir-vir,
et de vir-vir, et de virgineo ventre procreatus.
2. In mundo nascitur, pannis inuoluitur,
Præsepi ponitur stabulo brutorum,
Rector supernorum, perdidit spolia princeps infernorum.
3. Magi tres venerunt, paruulum inquirunt,
Stellulam sequendo, ipsum adorando,
Aurum, thus, & myrrham ei offerendo.
4. Omnes clericuli, pariter pueri,
Cantent vt angeli, aduenisti mundo,
Laudes tibi fundo. Ideo gloria in excelsis Deo.
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GreenMatthews Coventry, UK
Chris Green and Sophie Matthews play English traditional songs and tunes in a thoroughly 21st-century kick-ass style. Using a blend of ancient instruments such as cittern, English bagpipes and shawm as well as modern folk instruments such as guitar, flute and piano accordion, they breathe new life into material from hundreds of years ago, making it fresh and relevant for a modern audience. ... more
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