

Pagan Irish CarolYuletide now is come;Pagan Irish Carol
Let's all prepare for mirth, Which fills the Sky and Earth
To greet the sun's rebirth! The earth-fruits in the fields, Where'er they still do lie Rejoin their quiet mother, Until the sun grows nigh. Swift breezes waft the white snow, Whose beauty rare attires The Earth as she lies sleeping
Beneath the Yule log fires.
Wand'ring frozen Earth, 'midst Oak and Ash and Thorn The longest night upon us, E'en stout hearts makes forlorn. Our hands are joined together Our fingers intertwine Our circle dra
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