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On Christmas Day The Child was born	A
On Christmas Day in the morning	B
To tread the long way lone and lorn	A
To wear the bitter crown of thorn	A
To break the heart by man's sins torn	A
To die at last the Death of Scorn	A
For this The Child of The Maid was born	A
On Christmas Day in the morning	B
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But that first day when He was born	A
Among the cattle and the corn	A
The sweet Maid Mother wondering	B
And sweetly deeply pondering	B
The words that in her heart did ring	B
Unto her new born king did sing	B
	-
My baby my baby	C
My own little son	A
Whence come you	D
Where go you	D
My own little one	A
Whence come you	D
	-
Ah now unto me all alone	A
That wonder of wonders is properly known	A
Where go you	D
Ah that now 'tis only He knows	E
Who sweetly on us dear such favour bestows	E
In us dear this day is some great work begun	A
Ah me little son dear I would it were done	A
I wonder I wonder	F
And wish it were done	A
	-
O little little feet dears	E
So curly curly sweet	G
How will it be with you dears	E
When all your work's complete	G
O little little hands dears	E
That creep about my breast	H
What great things you will do dears	E
Before you lie at rest	H
O softest little head dear	I
It shall have crown of gold	J
For it shall have great honour	I
Before the world grows old	J
O sweet white soft round body	C
It shall sit upon a throne	A
My little one my little one	A
Thou art the Highest's son	A
All this the angel told me	C
And so I'm sure it's true	I
For he told me who was coming	B
And that sweet thing is YOU	I
	-
On Christmas Day The Child was born	A
On Christmas Day in the morning	B
He trod the long way lone and lorn	A
He wore the bitter crown of thorn	A
His hands and feet and heart were torn	A
He died at last the Death of Scorn	A
But through His coming Death was slain	A
That you and I might live again	A
	-
For this The Child of The Maid was born	A
On Christmas Day in the morning	B

William Arthur Dunkerley (john Oxenham)

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