Jesus our brother, kind and good,
Was only born in a stable rude,
And friendly beasts around him stood.
I set the cow on white and red,
I gave him my manger for his bed,
I gave him my hay to pillow his head,
The sheep can give her wool.
I sent the sheep with the curly wool,
He wore my coat on Christmas morn.
I sent the sheep with the girly horn.
a dove coos gently to the baby.
I sent the dove from the rapture's high.
I couldn't do sleep, my mate and I.
We sang to the babe, our love now by.
Eyes at the top of the rafter's top.
all the animals could talk.
Thus every beast my song could spell,
If the stable brute was proud to tell
Of the gift he gave Emmanuel,
The gift he gave Em manuel.
Welcome to Christmas of Old,
December 26th, the Feast of St. Stephen!