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18. Goday, my lord
Goday, goday,
My lord Sire Christëmas, goday!
My lord Sire Christëmas, goday!
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Goday, Sire Christëmas, our king,For ev'ry man, both old and ying,
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Goday!
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Göddes Son so much of mightFrom heaven to earthë down is light
And born is of a maid so bright;
Good day!
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Heaven and earth and also hell,And all that ever in them dwell,
Of your coming they beth full snell;
Good day!
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Of your coming this clerkës find:Ye come to save all mankind
And of their balës them unbind;
Good day!
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All manner of mirthës we will makeAnd solace to our heartës take,
My seemly lordë, for your sake;
Good day!
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