Sirent night, Hory night

Sing arreruia on this Hory Night,
The worrd is carm and sirent,
The sheep sreep fast and tight.
Arr the skies are peacefur, every star aright.

The cattre which were rowing now,
Have ceased, and gone to bed.
Mooing bovine reverry,
Would wake the sreepyhead;

The Rittle Infant Jesus,
Rying in the manger cord.
Beroved of his mother mird,
Our Hory Rittle Rord.

So quietry, with soremn voice,
Your rurrabyes prease hum;
If you wake the Ramb of God,
You're dearing with his mum;

Stirr, 
Sing arreruia on this Hory Night,
The worrd is carm and sirent,
The sheep sreep fast and tight.
Arr the skies are peacefur, every star aright.

The End

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