THE WENCHOSTER CAROL SHEET
Edition 27
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It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious sound of old, From choirboys filing into church, Each with their head of gold; Their treble voices filled the air, Echoing long and broad; Until the bats flew from the roof, With each angelic chord! Still through the aisles the
people come, Yet whilst the service moves along, So now the carols are hastened on Tune: It came upon the midnight clear - traditional |
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Lo, he comes, the steps descending, From the ancient western door; Four young boys in white attending, Sway along the flagstone floor: Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia! Father's here, our spirits soar. Every eye is turned
upon him Clouds of incense drift around the altar, Yea, Amen, the Mass is ended, Tune: Hemlsley. 8.7. 8.7. 8.7.
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Away in the "Nine Bells", no room at the bar, We sit in the "Snug" with our pipes and a jar. The logs in the fireplace all crackle and hiss, As we laze in the warmth and give Compline a miss.
The Choirboys are singing their carols so sweet, Whilst outside the window, snow falls in the street. Our ancient cathedral is glowing with light, And shines like a beacon through the depths of the night.
"Another, dear landlord! Come fill up my cup, With the nutty brown liquid that I love to sup!" A Wenchoster Christmas is a time of good cheer, If I get all my stuffing, and a firkin of beer.
Tune: Away in a manger - traditional. |
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God rest you merry, Sacristan, Let nothing you dismay, For Mass is said at midnight, And not on Christmas Day. The Dean is at his mother's And our Bishop is away: So put out the candles and the lights, Candles and lights, So put out the candles and the lights.
In Wenchoster at Christmas A festive spirit reigns, And deep within the Nine Bells, The smell of smoke remains, For every year they burn a tree Till only ash remains: So put out the candles and the lights, Candles and lights, So put out the candles and the lights.
From out the Bishop's office, A Christmas message comes, Proclaiming peace and latitude To us and all his chums. Whilst at our door the new Youth Band Play carols on the drums: So put out the candles and the lights, Candles and lights, So put out the candles and the lights.
But do not fear, this merry tide Doth last but a few days; And soon we will be able to Return to our old ways. With wine and women, mirth and song, And alcoholic haze; So put out the candles and the lights, Candles and lights, So put out the candles and the lights.
So whilst it's here, we'll play our part And sing those merry tunes; And play the silly party games, And blow up those balloons; And eat the turkey, ham and beef, And breakfast on dried prunes; So put out the candles and the lights, Candles and lights, So put out the candles and the lights.
Tune: God rest ye merry, Gentlemen - traditional. |
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