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Come with torches, Jeanette, Isabella! Run unto the cradle, run!
Christ is born: O come before Him! Mary calls us to adore Him;
Oh! oh! oh! such a lovely Mother! Oh! oh! oh! such a lovely Son!
Cease, good neighbors, your noisy prattle! Peace, good neighbors: let Him sleep!
Shame on him who the silence breaketh, and the newborn Babe awaketh:
Soft! soft! softly amid the cattle, Soft! soft! softly He slumbers deep.