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the Ehorse's hay beneath his head our ALord was born to a manger bed that aF#mll whose wells run dry could dArink F#mof hiEs supply
to kEeep him warm, the sheep drew near so gArateful for His coming here come wF#mith news of grace come tAo tF#make mEy place the dEonkey whispered in his ear "A;child, in 30-some-odd years you'llF#m ride someone who looks like me untAriF#mumphEantly"
the cEardinals warbled a joyful song he'll Amake right what man made wrong bringF#ming low the hills that the valAleF#mys mEight be filled
then &quEot;child", asked the birds "weAll, aren't they lovely words we sing?" the tF#miny baby lay there without AsaF#mying Eanything
at Ea distance stood a mangy goat with Athe crooked teeth and a matted coat weaF#mry eyes and worn chipped Aand F#mtwisteEd horns
thinEking "maybe I'll make friends someday with thAe cows and the hens in the rambouillet but foF#mr now, I'll keep away I've got nAothiF#mng smEart to say"
there'Es a sign on the barn in the cabbage town "A;when the rain picks up and the sun goes down sinnerF#ms, come inside with no monAey, F#mcome aEnd buy
Eno clever talk, nor a gift to bring requirAes our lowly, lovely king come F#myou, empty handed, you don't AneeF#md anEything"