A Christmas Carol
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Come browse, my goats, Christ's manger hay Come, browse, in Christmas peace and love - Ye that on Summer's green hills stray Or by her rain-flushed river rove! "We fear to browse": my brown goats say "A white dog snarls Christ's bed above - White dog with four flesh-meals a day - He likes it not that goats he drove Should munch God's meal He will not move."
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Credits
- Writers
- Arthur Bliss
- Arthur Shearly Cripps