 In the Bleak Midwinter by Christina Rosetti, music by Gustav Holst, sung in English. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. In the Bleak Midwinter by Christina Rosetti, music by Gustav Holst, sung by Robin Lamb. Bring a Torch, Jeanette Isabella by E. Cuthbert Nunn, sung in English. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Bring a Torch, Jeanette Isabella. Bring a Torch to the cradle run. It is Jesus, good folk of the village. Christ is born and Mary's calling. Beautiful is the mother are. Beautiful is her son. It is wrong when the child is sleeping. It is wrong to talk so loud. Silence all as you gather around. Lest your noise should awaken Jesus. Hush, hush, see how fast he slumbers. Hush, hush, see how fast he sleeps. Softly to the little stable. Softly for a moment come. The soul can see how charming is Jesus. How he's white his cheeks are rosy. Hush, hush, see how the child is sleeping. Hush, hush, see how he smiles in dreams. End of Bring a Torch, Jeanette Isabella by E. Cuthbert Nunn, sung by Thomas Peter. Carol for Christmas Eve. A 16th century traditional Carol. Music by Romano. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. A tale I will you tell. Which as on this night of glee in David's town befell. Joseph came from Nazareth with Mary that sweet maid. Wherein were they night to death and for a lodging parade. Sing high, sing high, sing low, sing low. Sing high, sing low, sing to and fro. Go tell it out, we'll see. Cry out and shout that Christ is born indeed. The scanty bed they made. Soon a baby from Mary's womb. Was in the men light through glass. He came to save us all. In the stable box and ass before. Go sing low, sing high, sing low, sing to and fro. Go tell it out, we'll see. Cry out and shout all around about that Christ is born. To keep the salishie. Hosts of angels in this sight. Kicked down from heaven's high steep. Tidings, tidings unto you. To you a child is born. Sing high, sing high, sing low, sing low. Sing high, sing low, sing to and fro. Go tell it out, we'll see. Cry out and shout all. Sing high, sing low, sing to and fro. Go tell it out, sing high, sing low, sing to and fro. Go tell it out. Arrow for Christmas Eve by John Syrog Hughes, sound in English. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to find out a Libri volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. The First Noel, arranged by Sir John Steiner, sung in English. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. The First Noel, sung by LibriVox volunteers. Gesù Bambino, words and music by Pietro Alessandro John, sung in Italian. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. How great our joy! Traditional German carol, English translation by Theodore Baker, sung in English. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. How great our joy! Traditional German carol, English translation by Theodore Baker, sung by Maria Casper. In the Bleak Midwinter by Christina Rosetti. Music by Gustave Holst. Sung in English. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. How great our joy! Traditional German carol, English translation by Theodore Baker, sung by Maria Casper. When he comes to rain. In the Bleak Midwinter a stable place suffice. The Lord God Almighty Jesus Christ. Angels and archangels may have gathered there. Cherubim and Seraphim thronged the air. Art his mother worshipped the big midwinter, sung by Adrian Stevens. Sung in English. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to find out how you can volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Okamokami Manuel by John Mason Neal, sung in English. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Newell by John Mason Neal, sung by Sam Stockwell in Crosschurch, New Zealand. Oh little town of Bethlehem. Words by Philips Brooks. Music by L. H. Redner. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Oh little town of Bethlehem. Music by Adolf Adam. Sung in English. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Music by Adolf Adam. Sung by Robin Lamb. Once in Royal David City by Cecil Francis Alexander. Once in Royal David City by Cecil Francis Alexander. Sung by Gillian Hendry. On Christmas night, traditional Sussex Carol sung in English. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. All Christians sing to hear the news the angels bring. On Christmas night, all Christians sing to hear the news the angels bring. News of great joy, news of great mirth. New civil king's birth, then why should we on earth be sad since our Redeemer made us glad? When from our sin he set us free, parts before his grace and love place, and Cindy parts before his grace and life and health come in place. Angels and men with joy may sing. On Christmas night, sung by Maria Casper. Santa Claus by Nathan Haskell Dole. Sung in English. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. What clatters on the roofs with quick impatient hooves? I think it must be Santa Claus. Hark, old Santa Claus. He's in his loaded sledge. I wonder what he brings, what heaps of pretty things, and how he gets them down the flu. Hark, down through the flu, just where the stockings hang. This cold, this cold can be, yet I should like to see if Santa Claus is dressed his best. Hark, dressed for his ride, his ride around the world. I guess I'll dare to peep. He'll think me sound asleep. Why, there he is with heaps of toys. Hark, yes, heaps of toys. Yes, there is Santa Claus. End of Santa Claus by Nathan Haskell Dole. Sung by Thomas Peter. See Amid the Winter Snow. Words by Edward Caswell. Music by Sir John Goss. Sung in English. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. See Amid the Winter Snow. Words by Edward Caswell. Music by Sir John Goss. Sung by Gillian Hendry. Days of Christmas by Frederick Austin. Sung in English. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. The Wasail Song. An English folk carol, collected by Cecil Sharp. Sung in English. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Wasail, Wasail all over the town. Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown. Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree. With the Wasailing Bowl we'll drink to thee. Drink to thee, drink to thee. With the Wasailing Bowl we'll drink to thee. Here is to Cherry and to his white cheek. Pray God send my master a good piece of beef and a good piece of beef that may we all see. With the Wasailing Bowl we'll drink to thee. Drink to thee, drink to thee. With the Wasailing Bowl we'll drink to thee. Here is to Cherry and to his right eye. Pray God send my master a good Christmas pie and a good Christmas pie that may we all see. With the Wasailing Bowl we'll drink to thee. Drink to thee, drink to thee. With the Wasailing Bowl we'll drink to thee. Here is to Cherry and to his right arm. Pray God send my master a good crop of corn and a good crop of corn that may we all see. With the Wasailing Bowl we'll drink to thee. Drink to thee, drink to thee. With the Wasailing Bowl we'll drink to thee. Here is to Cherry and to his left ear. Pray God send my master a barrel of beer and a barrel of beer that may we all see. With the Wasailing Bowl we'll drink to thee. Drink to thee, drink to thee. With the Wasailing Bowl we'll drink to thee. Here is to our cow and to her long tail. Pray God send our master he never may fail. A bowl of strong beer I pray you draw near. And our jolly wassail it's then you shall hear. We'll drink to thee, drink to thee. And our jolly wassail it's then you shall hear. Come butler, come fill us a bowl of the best. Then I hope that your soul in heaven may rest. But if you do draw us a bowl of the small, then down for butler, bowl and all. We'll drink to thee, drink to thee. With the Wasailing Bowl we'll drink to thee. Here is the maid with the lily white smock. That do trip to the door and draw back the lock. Oh let us all in and seek how you do. Say, Nan, if you will, we'll welcome you too. We'll drink to thee, drink to thee. With the Wasailing Bowl we'll drink to thee. We'll drink to thee, drink to thee. With the Wasailing Bowl we'll drink to thee. With the Wasailing Bowl we'll drink to thee. An ancient carol from the west of England, sung in English. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Among the rest, with grief oppressed, was good Saint John their slain. Who on this day, missport and play, a martyr's death did gain. King Herod being in his tower, Herodias dancing spied. As fair as any summer flower, all in her painted pride. Clad in bright gold for to behold, King Herod's heart admired. He bid her crave what she should have, though she his crown desired. Wish before me it be laid, which was the thing she of the king desired with white good will. Whose death was wrought, and to her brought, such minds have harled still. Thus wine and women we do see, men's mind do fully win. For Herod did too soon agree, and gave consent to sin. For on this day, as scriptures say, Saint John did lose his head. While she did sing before the king, as he at table fed. Then let us all by him take heed of riot and excess. For fear that soon to us it breed, as great a wickedness. And let our sport in civil sort content each merry mind. So shall we all in this good hall much joy and comfort find. End of When Bloody Herod Reigned King Sung by Alan Mapstone While shepherds watch their flocks by night. Traditional. Sung in English. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. While shepherds watch their flocks by night. All seated on the ground. The angel of the Lord came down. The angel of the Lord came down. And glory shone around. And glory shone around. And glory shone around. Fear not, said he, for mighty dread. Had seized their troubled minds. Glad tidings of great joy I bring. Glad tidings of great joy I bring. To you and all mankind. To you and all mankind. To you and all mankind. To you in David's town this day. He's born of David's line. A Saviour who is Christ the Lord. A Saviour who is Christ the Lord. And this shall be the sign. And this shall be the sign. And this shall be the sign. The heavenly baby there shall find. To human view displayed. All meanly wrapped in swaddling bands. All meanly wrapped in swaddling bands. And in a manger laid. And in a manger laid. And in a manger laid. Thus spake the seraph and forthwith. Appeared a shining throng. All angels praising God and us. All angels praising God and us. Addressed their joyful song. Addressed their joyful song. Addressed their joyful song. O glory be to God on high. And to the earth be peace. Good will henceforth from heaven to men. Good will henceforth from heaven to men. Begin and never cease. Begin and never cease. Begin and never cease. Of while shepherds watch their flocks by night. Sun by Alan Mapstone.