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 # Omnes Gentes Plaudite Omnes gentes plaudite, I saw many birds sitting on a tree; They took their flight and flew away, With, Ego dixi, have good day! Many white feathers hath the pie -- I may no more sing, my lips are so dry. Many white feathers hath the swan -- The more that I drink, the less I can. Lay sticks on the fire, well may it burn; Give us once to drink ere away we turn. 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 #