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==Original text and translations==
 
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Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
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“Now they are all on their knees,”
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An elder said as we sat in a flock
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By the embers in hearthside ease.
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We pictured the meek mild creatures where
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They dwelt in their strawy pen,
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Nor did it occur to one of us there
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To doubt they were kneeling then.
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So fair a fancy few would weave
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In these years! Yet, I feel,
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If someone said on Christmas Eve,
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“Come; see the oxen kneel,
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“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
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Our childhood used to know,”
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I should go with him in the gloom,
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Hoping it might be so.}}
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  • (Posted 2016-12-26)   CPDL #42410:     
Editor: Simon Biazeck (submitted 2016-12-26).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 149 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: The Oxen
Composer: Simon Biazeck
Lyricist: Thomas Hardy

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularAnthem

Language: English
Instruments: Organ


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Original text and translations

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Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
“Now they are all on their knees,”
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.

We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.

So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
“Come; see the oxen kneel,

“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,”
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.