Come, buy my nice fresh ivy, and my holly sprigs so green.
I have the finest branches that ever yet were seen.
Come buy from me, good Christians, and let me home, I pray,
That God will bless your Christmas and a happy New Year’s Day.
Ah, won’t you buy my ivy? It’s the loveliest I’ve seen.
Ah, won’t you buy my holly? Oh you who love the green.
Do take a little branch of each, and on my knees I’ll pray
That God will bless your Christmas and a happy New Year’s Day.
Alternate Lyrics
Come, buy my nice fresh ivy, and my holly boughs so green.
I have the finest branches that ever yet were seen.
Come buy from me, good Christians, and let me home, I pray,
And I’ll wish you a merry Christmas time and a happy New Year’s Day.
Ah, won’t you take my ivy? It’s the loveliest ever seen.
Ah, won’t you have my holly boughs? All you who love the green.
Do take a bunch of each, and on my knees I’ll pray
That God will bless your Christmas and be with you a New Year’s Day.
Away in a manger,
No crib for His 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 sky.
And stay by my side, [cradle]
‘Til morning is nigh.
Be near me, Lord Jesus,
I ask Thee to stay,
Close by me forever
And love me I pray.
Bless all the dear children
In Thy tender care;
And take us to heaven
To live with Thee there.
Away In a Manger YouTube Videos
There are a couple of different tunes for this song. The first video is not what would be the traditional tune we use in the United States, but I love this version of the song.
We Three Kings was written by Reverend John Henry Hopkins, Jr, who was a stained-glass window designer as well as musician. He wrote the music and lyrics to this song. It may have been in use by 1857. Its first appearance in print was in 1863 in the book Carols, Hymns and Song. It is said that its first use was in a Christmas pageant.
We Three Kings
Lyrics
We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar.
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Following yonder star.
Chorus:
O Star of wonder, star of night.
Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy Perfect Light.
Chorus
Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain.
Gold I bring to crown Him again.
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to rein.
Chorus
Frankincense to offer have I.
Incense owns a Deity nigh.
Pray’r and praising, all men raising,
Worship Him, God most high.
Chorus
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume,
Breathes of life of gathering gloom.
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb
Chorus
Glorious now behold Him arise,
King and God and Sacrifice.
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Earth to heav’n replies.
