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Gaudeamus, gaudeamus,
Born is God's Son:
Gaudeamus, gaudeamus,
Hell's reign is done:
Gaudeamus omnes,
Heaven is begun!

Gat we up this night,
Hearing angels cry;
Marvellous their sight,
And their minstreisy.

Gat we straight away
Unto Bethlem Town;
For we heard them say,
There was God come down.

O'er a Babe so small
Leaned His Mother-Maid!
And in ox's stall
Her dear burden laid.

On the golden straw
Lay God's golden head!
This we shepherds saw
In the cattle-shed.

Ave , Mary Maid!
Ave , Jesu! so
Spake we, sore afraid,
Kneeling very low.

Then God smiled, and straight
From us, one and all,
Passed our woeful state;
And a peace did fall!

So, gaudeamus, gaudeamus ,
For born is God's Son:
Gaudeamus; gaudeamus,
Hell's reign is done:
Gaudeamus omnes,
Heaven is begun!
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