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A Ceremony of Carols - This Little Babe
Refresh your old English with this ancient carol, known from Benjamin Britten’s ”A Ceremony of Carols”.
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Answer
This
little
Babe
so
few
days
old
Is
come
to
rifle
Satan’s
fold.
All
hell
doth
at
his
presence
quake,
Though
he
himself
for
cold
do
shake.
For
in
this
weak
unarmed
wise
The
gates
of
hell
he
will
surprise.
With
tears
he
fights
and
wins
the
field,
His
naked
breast
stands
for
a
shield.
His
battering
shot
are
babish
cries,
His
arrows
looks
of
weeping
eyes.
His
martial
ensigns
Cold
and
Need,
And
feeble
Flesh
his
warrior’s
steed.
His
camp
is
pitched
in
a
stall,
His
bulwark
but
a
broken
wall.
The
crib
his
trench,
haystalks
his
stakes,
Of
shepherds
he
his
muster
makes.
And
thus,
as
sure
his
foe
to
wound,
The
angels’
trumps
alarum
sound.
My
soul,
with
Christ
join
thou
in
fight,
Stick
to
the
tents
that
he
hath
pight.
Within
his
crib
is
surest
ward,
This
little
Babe
will
be
thy
guard.
If
thou
wilt
foil
thy
foes
with
joy,
Then
flit
not
from
this
heavenly
Boy.
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