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On Christmas Eve
Song
On Christmas Eve, the day of Christ's birth, ; Rejoice, rejoice, the little Jesus is born. ; He was not born in a palace, but in a ragged stable. ; Alas, poor thing, but he is cold, wet with his tears, ; For he has no pillow, nor a buttoned bed, ; Only hay, even straw, the moisture of the cattle warms him, ; A blessed child dies in his infancy. ; ;