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Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabelle,
Bring a torch, to the town center run.
It is Jesus, tell everyone
That Christ is born on this Noel.
Hark! Hark! Beautiful Mother shines as well!
Hark! Beautiful is the Son.
You must not, when lay sleeping the Child,
You must not let your talk so increase.
Silence, all, as you gather to see Him.
If but for noise, He lay so mild.
Shush! Shush! See how He sleeps, and see, beguiled,
Hark! See how He sleeps in peace.
Softly, now, in the manger draw closer.
Softly, now by the torch's gleam.
Come and see that Jesus is beaming. Softly He sleeps,
His cheeks so rosy.
Hush! Hush! There He lies in soft repose.
Hush! There He smiles in dreams.
Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabelle,
Bring a torch, to the town center run.
It is Jesus, tell everyone
That Christ is born on this Noel.
Hark! Hark! Beautiful Mother shines as well!
Hark! Beautiful is the Son.
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