O Holy Night

O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining,

It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.

Long lay the world in sin and error pining.

Till He appeared and the Soul felt its worth.

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!

O night divine, O night when Christ was born;

O night divine , O Night, O night divine!

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,

With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.

Over the world a star is sweetly gleaming,

Now come the wisemen from out the Orient land.

The King of kings lay thus lowly manger;

In all our trials born to be our friends.

He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger,

Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!

Behold your King! Before him lowly bend!

The Holly She Bears A Berry

Oh the holly she bears a berry

As blood it is red

And Mary she bore Jesus

Who died in our stead

And Mary she bore Jesus

Our saviour for to be

And the first tree that’s in the greenwood

It was the holly

Holly, holly

And the first tree that’s in the greenwood

It was the holly

Oh the holly she bears a berry

As white as the milk

And Mary she bore Jesus

Who’s wrapped up in silk

And Mary she bore Jesus

Our saviour for to be

And the first tree that’s in the greenwood

It was the holly

Holly, holly

And the first tree that’s in the greenwood

It was the holly

MRS HOOLIGAN'S CHRISTMAS CAKE

As I sat in me window last evenin'

A letterman came unto me.

He had a nice little neat invitation

Sayin' "Won't you come over to tae?"

Nyaaaaaaaah!

I knew it was Hooligan sent it

So I went for our friendship's sake

And the first thing he gave me to tackle

Was a slice of Mrs. Hooligan's cake.

Nyaaaaaaaah!

There were plums and prunes and cherries

Raisins, currants and cinnamon too.

There were nuts 'n' cloves and berries

but the crust it was nailed on with glue.

There were caraway seeds in abundance,

'Twould give you a fine headache

'Twould kill yeh twice to be eatin'

A slice of Mrs Hooligan's cake.

Nyaaaaaaaah!

Miss Mulligan wanted to taste it,

But really it was no use.

She worked at it over an hour

But could get not a bit of it loose.

Till Hooligan went for the hatchet,

And Kelly came in with the saw

That cake was enough, be the power,

To paralyse any man's jaw.

That cake was enough, be the power,

To paralyse any man's jaw.

Oíche Chiúin

Oíche chiúin, oíche Mhic Dé,

Cách 'na suan, dís araon,

Dís is dílse ag faire le spéis,

Naí beag gnaoi-gheal ceanán tais caomh

Críost ina chodladh go séimh,

Críost ina chodladh go séimh.

Oíche chiúin, oíche Mhic Dé,

Aoirí ar dtús chuala an scéal,

"Aililiuia" aingil ag glaoch

Cantain Shuairc i ngar is i gcéin

Críost ár Slánaitheoir féin,

Críost ár Slánaitheoir féin.

The Wran The Wran

The Wran, the Wran the king of all birds,
St. Stephen's Day was caught in the furze,
Although he is little, his honour is great,
Put your hand in your pocket and give us a trate.

Dreoilin, dreoilin where is your nest?
Its in the bush that I love best,
Behind the holly and ivy tree,
Where all the birds shall follow me.

As I was goin' down to Youghal,
I saw a wran upon a wall,
I up with my stick and I knocked him down,
Then brought him back to Mitchelstown.

Mister Brown is a very fine man,
It was to him we brought the Wran,
You'll have luck throughout the year
If ya give us the price of a gallon o' beer.

Raise up your glasses,

your bottles and cans
We toast your subscription to bury the Wran,
Up with the kettle and down with the pot,
Give us your money and let us be off

The Wexford Carol

Near Bethlehem did shepherds keep
Their flocks of lambs and feeding sheep;
To whom God's angels did appear,
Which put the shepherds in great fear.
"Arise and go", the angels said.
'To Bethlehem, be not afraid,

For there you'll find this happy morn,
A princely babe, sweet Jesus born.

There were three wise men from afar
Directed by a glorious star,

And on they wandered night and day
Until they came where Jesus lay,
And when they came unto that place
Where our beloved Messiah was,
They humbly laid at his feet,

Their gifts of gold and incense sweet.

Don oíche úd i mBeithil

Don oíche úd i mBeithil

beidh tagairt ar ghrian go brách

Don oíche úd i mBeithil

go dtáinig an Briathar slán.

The skies are glowing brightly

the earth in white is dressed

See Jesus in the cradle

no troubles disturb his rest

HUNTING THE WREN

5^th We'll hunt the wren, says Robin to Bobin

6^th We'll hunt the wren, says Richie the Robin

5^th We'll hunt the wren, says Jack of the land

6^th We'll hunt the wren says everyone

All The wren, the wren is king of the birds

St. Stephen's Day he's caught in the furze

Although he is little, his family is great
We pray you, good people to give us a trate

5^th Where, oh where? ....
6^th In yonder green bush
5^th How get him down?
6^th With sticks and stones
5^th How get him home?
6^th The brewer's big cart
5^th How'll we ate him?
6^th With knives and forks
5^th Who'll come to the dinner?
6^th The king and the queen
5^th Eyes to the blind, says Robin to Bobbin
6^th Legs to the lame, says Richie the robin
5^th Pluck to the poor, says Jack of the land
6^th Bones to the dogs, says everyone

All The Wran, the wran the king of all Birds

St. Stephen’s Day it was caught in the furze

up with the kettle and down with the pan

give us a penny to bury the wran.