Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head. The stars in the bright sky looked down where he lay, The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay. The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes, But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes. I love thee, Lord Jesus! Look down from the sky, And stay by my bedside till morning is nigh. Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask thee to stay Close by me for ever and love me, I pray. Bless all the dear children in thy tender care, And fit us for heaven to live with thee there. Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Make the Yuletide gay, From now on our troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days, happy golden days of yore. Faithful friends who are dear to us, gather near to us once more. Through the years we all will be together, if the fates allow Hang a shining star upon the highest bough. And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.
<table><tr><td>Have yourself a merry little ChristmasLet your heart be lightFrom now on our troubles will be out of sightHave yourself a merry little Christmas,Make the Yuletide gay,From now on our troubles will be miles away.</td></tr><tr><td>Here we are as in olden days,happy golden days of yore.Faithful friends who are dear to us,gather near to us once more.</td></tr><tr><td>Through the years we all will be together,if the fates allowHang a shining star upon the highest bough.And have yourself a merry little Christmasnow.</td></tr></table>
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