Engelske Julesange

The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas My true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree On the

What child is this, who, laid to rest On Mary’s lap is sleeping Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While

Gloria, Gloria Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o’er the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing their

We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star

O little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars

God rest you merry, gentlemen Let nothing you dismay For Jesus Christ our Saviour Was born upon this day To

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head The stars

Deck the halls with boughs of holly Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la, la ’Tis the season to be jolly Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la,

O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant, O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem. Come and behold Him,