['Carols at Christmas' cover]
CD - Park Records PRK CD45
(UK, 1998)
Maddy Prior
& The Carnival Band

Carols at Christmas

  1. This is the Truth / Sing, Sing all Earth [4:19]
  2. Dancing Day [2:41]
  3. The Coventry Carol [3:47]
  4. Monsieur Charpentier's Christmas Stomp [4:34]
  5. Ding Dong Merrily on High [2:31]
  6. Let an Anthem of Praise [3:25]
  7. Angels from the Realms of Glory [3:30]
  8. Watts Cradle Song [3:43]
  9. Gallery Carol [3:55]
  10. The Boar's Head Carol [3:10]
  11. Away in a Manger [2:04]
  12. In Dulci Jubilo [3:27]
  13. Sans Day Carol [3:35]
  14. Monsieur Charpentier's Christmas Swing [3:26]
  15. I Saw Three Ships [4:32]
  16. Poor Little Jesus [3:09]
  17. Personent Hodie [3:08]
Musicians: Maddy Prior - vocals
Andy Watts - shawms, curtal, clarinet, recorders,
  Breughel bagpipes, vocals

Giles Lewin - shawm, fiddle, recorders,
  medieval bagpipes, tin whistle, vocals

Bill Badley - acoustic and electric guitar, lute,
  mandolin, banjo, vocals

Jub - bass
Raf Mizraki - drums, percussion, bells,
  'cello, vocals

Rosie Kemp - vocals (tracks 7, 15)
Other credits: Recorded live at The December 1997 UK
  Christmas Tour
Engineered by Gareth Fox Williams and
  Richard Coulson
Mixed at The Warehouse Studio, Oxford
Studio engineered by Steve Watkins
Studio produced by Bill Badley
Sleeve dedigned by Gwen Jones at Riverline
Album coordinated by John Dagnell
© 1998 Park Records

L y r i c s
(All tracks published by Park West Music)

  This Is the Truth
English traditional, arr. by Watts
This is the truth sent from above
The truth of God, the God of love
Therefore don't turn me from your door
But hearken all both rich and poor.

Thus we were heirs to endless woes
Till God the Lord did interpose
And so a promise soon did run
That he would redeem us by his son.
And at that season of the year
Our blest redeemer did appear
He here did live and here did preach
And many thousands he did teach.

Thus he in love to us behaved
To show us how we must be saved
And if you want to know the way
Be pleased to hear what e did say.

  Sing, Sing All Earth
English traditional, arr. by Watts

Sing! Sing All Earth!
Eternal praises sing
To our Redeemer
and our heavenly King!

Shepherds arise, be not afraid;
With hasty steps repair
To David's city: see the maid
With her blest infant there.
For us the saviour came on earth,
For us his life he gave,
To save us from eternal death,
And raise us from the grave.

To Jesus Christ our glorious king,
Be endless praises given.
Let all on earth his mercies sing,
Who made our peace in heaven.

  Dancing Day
English 19th century, arr. by Watts

Tomorrow shall be my dancing day,
I would my true love did so chance
To see the legend of my play,
And call my true love to my dance.

Sing O my love, O my love, my love, my love
This have I done for my true love.

Then was I born of virgin pure,
Of her I took fleshly substance.
Thus was I knit to man's nature,
To call my true love to my dance.

In manger laid and wrapped I was,
So very poor this was my chance,
Betwixt an ox and a silly poor ass,
To call my true love to my dance.


Tomorrow shall be my dancing day,
I would my true love did so chance
To see the legend of my play,
And call my true love to my dance.


  Coventry Carol
English 16th century, arr. by Watts

Lully lulla, thou little tiny child
By by lully, lulla
Thou little tiny child
By by lully, lulla

Oh sisters too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling, for whom we do sing
"By by lully, lulla".
Herod the king, in his raging
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his own sight
All children young to slay.

The woe is me, poor child for thee
And ever mourn and say
For thy parting neither say nor sing
"By by lully, lulla".

  Monsieur Charpentier's Christmas Stomp
Une jeune pucelle / A la venue de Noel / Ou s'en vont ces gais bergers
French traditional, after Marie-Antoine Charpentier (c.1645-1704),
arr. by Watts

  Ding Dong Merrily on High
Words by G. R. Woodward (1848-1934), music by Thoinot Arbean (1520-95),
arr. by Watts

Ding Dong! Merrily on high
In Heaven the bells are ringing
Ding Dong! Verily the sky
Is riv'n with angels singing.
    Gloria! Hosanna in excelsis!
E'en so here below, below
May steeple bells be swungen
And "io io io!"
By priests and people sungen
Gloria! Hosanna in excelsis!
Pray you, dutifully prime
Your matin chime, ye ringers!
May you beautifully rhyme
Your evetime song you singers!
Gloria! Hosanna in excelsis!

  Let an Anthem of Praise
Trad., possibly 16th century English

Let an anthem of praise and a carol of joy
Each tongue and each heart in sweet concert employ
This day sprung at Bethlehem a plant of renown
And Christ to redeem us abandoned a crown.

Conceived of a virgin how humble his birth
Not graced with the pomp nor the grandeur of earth
But laid in a manger with beasts at an inn
No room for the saviour of Israel within.

The shepherds with pleasure saluted the morn
When Jesus the Shepherd of Judah was born
The sages with wonder acknowledged his star
And brought him their homage and gifts from afar

Great Saviour the tribute of honour we pay
And celebrate gladly the festival day
We triumph in Britain thy glory to see
Not sages nor shepherds more happy than we.

  Angels From The Realms Of Glory
Tune French trad., Words by James Montgomery (1771-1854)
arr. by Watts

Angels from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o’er all the earth;
Ye, who sang creation’s story,
Now proclaim Messiah’s birth.
Gloria in Excelsis Deo!

Shepherds in the fields abiding,
Watching o’er your flocks by night,
God with man is now residing
Yonder shines the infant light.
Gloria in Excelsis Deo!
Sages leave your contemplations,
Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great Desire of nations,
Ye have seen his natal star.
Gloria in Excelsis Deo!

Saints before the altar bending,
Watching long in hope and fear
Suddenly the Lord descending
In his temple shall appear.
Gloria in Excelsis Deo!
Though an infant now we view him
He shall fill his father's throne
Gather all the nations to him
Every knee shall then bow down.
Gloria in Excelsis Deo!

  Watts Cradle Song
Words Isaac Watts (1674-1748), Tune USA early 19th Century

Hush my dear, lie still and lumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed.
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.

Sleep me babe; thy food and raiment,
House and home, thy friends provide;
All without thy care and payment,
All thy wants are well supplied.

How much better thou art attended
Than the Son of God could be
When from heaven he descended
And became a child like thee.
Soft and easy is thy cradle;
Coarse and hard the Saviour lay,
When his birthplace was a stable
And his softest bed was hay.

Lo, he slumbers in a manger,
Where the horned oxen fed;
Peace, my darling, here's no danger,
Here's no ax a-near thy bed.

May'st thou live to know and fear him,
Trust and love him all thy days;
Then go dwell for ever near him,
See his face and sing his praise.

  Gallery Carol
Traditional English, Arr. Watts

A wassail, a wassail all over the town
Our cup is white and our ale is brown
Our cup is made of the white maple tree
With a wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee.

O master and mistress, oh are you within?
Pray open the door-knob and let us come in.
O master and mistress sitting down by the fire,
See us wassailers a-travelling in the mire.
There was an old man and he had an old cow,
And how for to keep her he didn't know how,
He built up a barn for to keep his cow warm,
And a drop of strong beer will do us no harm.

Here's to the maid in the lily white smock,
Who tripped to the door and slipped
   back the lock.
Who tripped to the door and pulled
    back on the pin
For to let these jolly wassailers in.

  Boar's Head Carol
Trad., possibly 16th century English

The boar's head in hand bear I
Bedecked with bay and rosemary;
So I pray you my masters be merry,
Quot estis in convivio.
[So many as are in the feast]

Caput apri defero,
[I bring the boar's head]
Reddens laudes Domino
[Giving praises to God]
The boar's head as I understand
Is the rarest dish in all the land,
Which thus bedecked with a gay garland,
Let us servire cantico.
[serve with a song]


Our steward hath provided this
In honour of the King of bliss,
Which on this day to be served is
In Reginensis atrio.
[In the Queen's hall]


  Away In A Manger
USA late 19th century
guitar (19th century original)

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 poor baby wakes,
But little Lord Jesus,
No crying he makes.
I love thee Lord Jesus,
Look down from the skies
And stay by my side
Until 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.

  In Dulci Jubilo
Medieval German words translated by R. L. Pearsall
Music anonymous, arr. by Watts

In dulci jubilo, now sing with hearts aglow
Our delight and pleasure lies in praesepio
Like sunshine is our treasure Matris in gremio
Alpha est et O

O Jesu parvule for Thee I long alway
Comfort my hearts blindness O puer optime
With all thy loving kindness O Princeps gloriae
Trahe me post te
O Patris caritas O nati lenitas
Deeply were we stained Per nostra crimina
But thou for us has gained Caelorum gaudia
That we were there O that we were there

Ubi sunt gaudia In any place but there
There angels singing Nova Cantica
And there the bells are ringing In regis curia
O that we were there

  Sans Day Carol
English traditional arr. by Watts

Now the holly bears a berry as white as the milk,
And Mary bore Jesus all wrapped up in silk.
And Mary bore Jesus, our Saviour to be,
And the first tree in the greenwood was the holly

Now the holly bears a berry as green as the grass
And Mary bore Jesus who died on the cross.
And Mary bore Jesus, our Saviour to be,
And the first tree in the greenwood was the holly
Now the holly bears a berry as black as the coal,
And Mary bore Jesus who died for us all.
And Mary bore Jesus, our Saviour to be,
And the first tree in the greenwood was the holly

Now the holly bears a berry as blood it is red,
And Mary bore Jesus who rose from the dead.
And Mary bore Jesus, our Saviour to be,
And the first tree in the greenwood was the holly

  Monsieur Charpentier's Christmas Swing
Or, nous dites Marie / Joseph est bien marié
French traditional, after Marie-Antoine Charpentier (c.1645-1704)

  I Saw Three Ships
English traditional Arr. Watts

I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
I saw three ships come sailing in
On Christmas day in the morning

And what was in those ships all three?

Our Saviour Christ and his lady.

Wither sailed those ships all three?
O they sailed into Bethlehem.

And all the bells on earth shall ring.

And angels in all heaven shall sing.

And all the souls on earth shall sing.

Then let us all rejoice amain!

  Poor Little Jesus
Words and tune USA traditional, Arr. Watts

O, poor little Jesus,
This world gonna break your heart.
There'll be no place to lay your head, my lord.
O, poor little Jesus.
O, Mary the mother,
O, Mary, she bow down and cry,
For there's no place to lay his head, my Lord.
O, poor little Jesus.
Come down, all you holy angels,
Sing round him with your golden harps,
For some day he will die to save this world.
O, poor little Jesus.

  Personent Hodie
Piae Cantiones 1582, Arr. Watts
Free English translation by Andy Watts

Personent hodie voces puerulae
Laudantes jucunde Qui nobis est natus
Summo deo datus et de virgineo

In mundo nascitur Pannis in volvitur
Praesepi ponitur Stabulo brutorum
Rector supernorum
Perdidit spolia princeps infernorum

Magi tres venerunt Parvulum inquirunt
Parvulum inquirunt Stellulam sequendo
Ipsum adorando
Aurum thus et myrrham ei offerendo

Omnes clericuli Pariter pueri
Cantent ut angeli Adventisti mundo
Laudes tibi fundo
Ideo gloria in excelsis deo.
On this day youthfull voices sing aloud,
joyfull praising Him who was born for
us, given by God, born of a virgin.

Born into the world, wrapped in
swaddling clothes, laid in a manger in
an animals' stable, the Ruller of all, The
Prince of Hell is robbed of his spoils!

Three Magi came and offered their gifts.
They sought the child, following a star,
offering gold, incense and myrrh in

All clerks and choristers sing with angels:
"You have come into the world;
All praise to You; Glory to God
in the Highest!"

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