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Good neighbor, tell me why that sound,

That noisy tumult rising round,

Awaking all in slumber lying?

Truly disturbing are these cries,

All through the quiet village flying,

O come ye shepherds, wake, arise!

What, neighbor, then do ye not know

God hath appeared on earth below

And now is born in manger lowly!

In humble guise he came this night,

Simple and meek, this infant holy,

Yet how divine in beauty bright.

Good neighbor, I must make amend,

Forthwith to bring Him will I send,

And Joseph with the gentle Mother.

When to my home these three I bring,

Then will it far outshine all other,

A palace fair for greatest king!