Christmas Carol

What sweeter music can we bring

Than a carol for to sing

The Birth of this our heavenly King?

Dark, dull night, fly hence away,

And give the honor to this day,

That sees December turned to May.

Why does the chilling winter morn

Smile like a field beset with corn;

Or smell like to a mead new-shorn

Thus on the sudden? Come and see

The cause, why things thus fragrant be.

'T is He is born, whose quickening birth

Gives life and lustre, public mirth,

To heaven and the under-earth.

The Darling of the world is come,

And fit it is we find a room

To welcome Him. The nobler part

Of all the house here is the heart,

Which we will give Him, and bequeath

This holly and this ivy wreath,

To do him honor who's our King,

And Lord of all our revelling.