Traditional

THE CAROL OF THE POOR CHILDREN

We are the poor children, come out to see the sights

On this day of all days, on this night of nights,

The stars in merry parties are dancing in the sky,

A fine star, a new star, is shining on high!

We are the poor children, our lips are frosty blue,

We cannot sing our carol as well as rich folk do,

Our bellies are so empty we have no singing voice,