Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # A Babe Is Born, To Bliss Us Bring Now sing we with angelis: Gloria in excelsis 1. A Babe is born, to bliss us bring. I heard a maid lullay and sing; She said: "Dear Son, leave Thy weeping, Thy Father is the King of bliss." Now sing we with angelis: Gloria in excelsis! 2. "Lullay," she said, and sang also, "Mine own dear Son, why art Thou woe? Have I not done as I should do? Thy grievance, tell me what it is." Now sing we with angelis: Gloria in excelsis! 3. "Nay, mother, for thee weep I nought, But for the woe that shall be wrought To me, ere I mankind have bought. Was never sorry like it, ywis." Now sing we with angelis: Gloria in excelsis! 4. "Peace, dear Son, tell me not so, Thou art my child, I have no mo; Should I see men my own son slo1? Alas, my dear Son, what meaneth this?" Now sing we with angelis: Gloria in excelsis! 5. "My hands, mother, that ye may see, Shall be nailed unto a tree; My feet all so fast shall be; Men shall weep that shall see this." Now sing we with angelis: Gloria in excelsis! 6. "Ah, dear Son! hard is my hap, To see my child that sucked my pap, His hands, His feet, that I did wrap, Be so nailed, that never did amis." Now sing we with angelis: Gloria in excelsis! 7. "Ah, dear mother!, yet shall a spear My heart in sunder all to-tear; No wonder, if I careful were, And weep full sore to think on this." Now sing we with angelis: Gloria in excelsis! 8. "Ah, dear Son, shall I see this? Thou art my child, and I thy mother, ywis, When Gabriel called me 'full of grace,' He told me nothing of this." Now sing we with angelis: Gloria in excelsis! 9. "Ah, dear mother! through mine hair To thrust in thorns they will not spare; Alas, mother! I am full of care, That ye shall see this heaviness." Now sing we with angelis: Gloria in excelsis! 10. "Ah, dear Son, leave thy weeping! Thou bringest my heart in great mourning; A careful song now may I sing; This tidings, hard to me it is." Now sing we with angelis: Gloria in excelsis! 11. "Ah! peace, dear mother, I thee pray, Comfort me all that ye may, And sing, 'by-by, lullay, lullay,' To pur away all heaviness." Now sing we with angelis: Gloria in excelsis! Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #