May Ye Be Merry, Gentlefolk

May ye be merry, gentlefolk,
Let nothing you dismay.
Although the nights are cold and dark
This is the shortest day.
And soon the days will grow again
As springtime comes our way.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.

The midnight moon rides high and clear
On this the longest night,
And in the frosty darkness
The stars are burning bright,
And though the sun is buried deep
The sky is filled with light.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy.
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.

Adaptado por Karen Deal Robinson

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