On December five and twenty,
Fum, fum, fum.
On December five and twenty,
Fum, fum, fum.
For a Blessed Babe was born
Upon this day at break of morn.
In a manger poor and lowly
Lay the Son of God most holy,
Fum, fum, fum.
Holidays the good Lord gave us,
Fum, fum, fum!
Holidays the good Lord gave us,
Fum, fum, fum!
Summer feasting suits us best,
Yet, withal His name be blest.
He who doth our needs remember,
Sent us Christmas in December,
Fum, fum, fum!
Little birds out in the wood,
Sing fum, fum, fum!
Little birds out in the wood,
Sing fum, fum, fum!
All your fledglings on the bough,
O leave them now, O leave them now.
Make a soft and downy nest
So the newborn babe may rest
Sing fum, fum, fum!
Little stars up in the sky,
Sing fum, fum, fum!
Little stars up in the sky,
Sing fum, fum, fum!
See the little Jesus crying,
Don't you cry, O don't you cry,
Fill the night with twinkling light.
Oh wondrous stars that shine so bright,
Sing fum, fum, fum!
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