VERSIONE Edward Cuthbert (1868-1914)
I
Bring your torches, Jeanette, Isabella,
Bring your torches, come swiftly, and run!
Christ is born, tell to the folk of the village,
Jesus is sleeping in his cradle;
Ah! Ah! Beautiful is the Mother!
Ah! Ah! Beautiful is her Son!
II
While it now all the Child is sleeping
It is wrong to talk so loud;
Silence, now, as you gather around.
Lest the sunshine waken Jesus.
Hush! hush! see how fast He slumbers!
Hush! hush! see how fast He sleeps!
III
Hasten now, good folk of the village,
Hasten now, the Christ Child to see.
You will find Him asleep in a manger,
Quietly come and whisper softly,
Hush, hush, peacefully now He slumbers,
Hush, hush, peacefully now He sleeps