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This is one of my favourite Christmas songs. It was apparently first printed in the 1830's.
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.
Chorus:
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,
Between an ox and a silly poor ass,
To call my true love to my dance.
Have a beautiful, blessed Christmas.
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.
Chorus:
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,
Between an ox and a silly poor ass,
To call my true love to my dance.
Have a beautiful, blessed Christmas.
finding peace and strength
I've lost a lot in my fairly short life, had things slip away because of chance or foolishness in myself or foolishness in others. However, I've held more in my hands than most people ever do. I have things that nothing in all of creation can take from me.
I shouldn't be sad for long. My life is rich and blessed and always will be.
The sun shines, my flowers will bloom this coming spring, whatever garden they're in. I have love of a sort that is not shaken. Beauty is always present, and is there to comfort us when we are willing to look up from our little sorrows and see it.
I have the love of my caring and understanding mother and fa
Pardon my absence
My life has been a bit too fun of late. . .
this made me happy
https://www.pandora.com/
I found this by way of an Irish music forum I post silly things to. It made me happy. It has Martin Carthy and stuffs. :) (Not that anyone but me knows who he is. ;) )
Pretty Poem by a dead lady
I put this in a little book I bound for my dear and loving spouse-to-be last St. Valentine's.
I think it's quite appropriate for him. In just a week we'll have been married 6 months. Makes me feel old. :) All this being expected to be a grown up at once was a bit challenging, but I have never before found meeting challenges so rewarding, and I couldn't possibly have a kinder, more paitient helper.
To my Dear and Loving Husband
Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife were happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mi
© 2004 - 2024 lilymaid7
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Cold vibes go through my body until I think about the Christmas story and then I get refreshed and renewed. Only a virgin birth and a baby in swaddling cloth can be the savior of the world. It gives me a reason to live and be happy.