Felixstowe Nativity

by Triangle

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Three tracks for winter - what could be nicer?

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released March 10, 2014

All arrangements by Mim MacMahon
recorded by Stuart Brindle at Remote Studios www.stuartbrindle.co.uk

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Triangle England, UK

To say we are “an all-female, three piece a cappella band” identifies us, but does not describe us. Our themes mostly revolve around beer, religion, politics and things that go bump in the night - in no particular order. And we don't just stand there in a row singing, either; we act the songs out as melodies switch from one line to another. ... more

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Track Name: The Ditchling Carol
Be merry all, be merry all!
With holly deck the festive hall,
prepare the song, the feast, the hall
to welcome merry Christmas
Chorus:
And all remember, gentles gay:
for you who bask in fortune's ray
the year is all a holiday -
the poor have only Christmas.

You who in velvet mantle go,
defy December's tempest's roar:
oh, spare one garment from your store
to clothe the poor at Christmas (To Chorus)

You who the costly banquet deal
to friends who never famine feel:
oh, spare one morsel from your meal
to feed the poor at Christmas (To Chorus)

With blazing logs of fuel the while,
your homes within are summer's smile:
oh, spare one log from off your pile
to warm the poor at Christmas (To Chorus)

So shall each note of mirth appear
more sweet to Heaven than praise or prayer,
and angels in their carols there
shall bless the poor at Christmas (To Chorus)
Track Name: Nay, Ivy, Nay
Nay, Ivy, nay! It shall not be, I wis,
Let Holly have the mastery, as the manner is.

Holly stands within the door, so fair to behold
Ivy stands outside the door, she is full sore a-cold.
Nay, Ivy, nay ...

Holly and his merry men, they dance and they sing.
Ivy and her maidens, they weep and they wring.
Nay, Ivy, nay ...

Holly has berries as red as any rose,
The foster and the hunter keep them from the does.
Nay, Ivy, nay ...

Ivy has berries as black as any sloes
There may come the owl and eat them as she goes.
Nay, Ivy, nay ...

The holly and the ivy, now they are both full grown,
Of all the trees in all the wood, the holly bears the crown.
Nay, Ivy, nay ...