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 Now all things seemed to mourn

When our blessed Saviour died;

The hills and rocks did rend,

The mountains did divide.

The heavens themselves grew very dark,

The moon forsook her light;

And for three hours in the day

It was a dismal sight.

The earth did tremble and quake,

And graves did open wide;

Dead men's ghosts walked up and down

In a frightful manner beside.

At any Christmas time,

Amongst good Christians all,

This Christmas carol may be sung

In any house or hall.