God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen (исполнитель: Libera)
God rest ye merry, gentlemen Let nothing you dismay Remember, Christ, our Saviour Was born on Christmas day To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray O tidings [bad word] and [bad word] and joy O tidings [bad word] and joy From God our Heavenly Father blessed Angel came; And unto certain Shepherds Brought tidings of the same: How that in Bethlehem was born The Son of God by Name. O tidings [bad word] and [bad word] and joy O tidings [bad word] and joy In Bethlehem, in Israel, This blessed Babe was born And laid within a manger Upon this blessed morn The which His Mother Mary Did nothing take in scorn O tidings [bad word] and [bad word] and joy O tidings [bad word] and joy "Fear not then," said the Angel, "Let nothing you affright, This day is born a Saviour Of a pure Virgin bright, To free all those who [bad word] in Him From Satan's power and might." O tidings [bad word] and [bad word] and joy O tidings [bad word] and joy The shepherds at those tidings Rejoiced much in mind, And left their flocks a-feeding In tempest, storm and wind: And went to Bethlehem straightway The Son of God to find. O tidings [bad word] and [bad word] and joy O tidings [bad word] and joy And when they came to Bethlehem Where our dear Saviour lay, They found Him in a manger, Where oxen feed on hay; His Mother Mary kneeling down, Unto the Lord did pray. O tidings [bad word] and [bad word] and joy O tidings [bad word] and joy Now to the Lord sing praises, All you within this place, And with [bad word] love and brotherhood Each other now embrace; This holy tide of Christmas All other doth deface. O tidings [bad word] and [bad word] and joy O tidings [bad word] and joy