ROUSE YE, PEOPLE.
(Written for the Southland Times). Now, ’fore God, we sing in lusty voice, Good sirs, that Christ in truth is born again, And brings to earth, wherein we may rejoice, The sweetest legacy He gave to men. Peace to all; to all of you goodwill, And may God’s benison with you abide For your deserts, and in good measure fill This Christmas-tide. Sing we now the watchful night is done, Celestial torches herald in the morn; Sweet Mary soothes the body of her son; Unto the world the Holy Child is born. Bestir your hearts, for pleasure is our mede To fill the night with noise to suit our mood — Be wakeful, gentles, and we will give you lead In gratitude. Ho rouse the Cock, the beckoner of day The cur that in his kennel takes his ease And bid them join with us in this aflray To celebrate our bettered destinies. The horse, the farrowed sow within the sty, The mouser and the ever-patient kinc Alike, with us, will turn exultant eye To Palestine. Ho we be noisy fellows, and the foes Of callous folk who sleeping lie abed— Rouse ye, then —the Brightest Morning glows The night of travail now at last is sped. Loud our music cracks upon the night Up and with us let your voices swell—! Christ is Born —and cry we in delight Noel 1 Noel I —Shaun O'Sullivan.
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Southland Times, Issue 21273, 19 December 1930, Page 19
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238ROUSE YE, PEOPLE. Southland Times, Issue 21273, 19 December 1930, Page 19
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