THE tapers are blazing, the mass is sung,
In the chapel of Beverley,
And merrily too the bells have rung;
'Tis the eve of our Lord's nativity;
And the holy maids are kneeling round,
While the moon shines bright on the hallow'd ground.
Yes, the sky is clear, and the stars are bright,
And the air is hush'd and mild;
Befitting well the holy night,