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قراءة كتاب Essays in the Study of Folk-Songs (1886)

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Essays in the Study of Folk-Songs (1886)

Essays in the Study of Folk-Songs (1886)

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let them pass up the church, and they look about for a night's lodging. In one part of the church the stable of Bethlehem is represented behind a framework of greenery; here they take up their position, and presently a cradle is placed beside them which contains the image of a babe. The voice of an angel from on high now proclaims the birth of the Infant Saviour, and calls on the shepherds to draw near to the sound of glad music. The way in which this bit of theatrical "business" is managed, is by a child in a surplice, with wings fastened to his shoulders, being drawn up to the ceiling seated on a chair, which is supported by ropes on a pulley. The shepherds, real shepherds in white, homespun capes, with long crooks decked with ribbons, are placed on a raised dais, which stands for the mountain. They wake up when they hear the angel's song, and one of them exclaims:

Diou dou cèou, quino vèro vouts!

Un anjou mous parlo, pastous;

Biste quieten noste troupet!

Mes que dit l'anjou, si vous plaît?

(Heavens! with how sweet a voice

The angel calls us to rejoice;

Quick leave your flocks: but tell me, pray,

What doth the heavenly angel say?)

The angel replies in French:

Rise, shepherd, nor delay,

'Tis God who summons thee,

Hasten with zeal away

Thy Saviour's self to see.

The Lord of Hosts hath shown

That since this glorious birth,

War shall be no more known,

But peace shall reign on earth.

The shepherds, however, are not very willing to be disturbed: "Let me sleep! Let me sleep!" says one of them, and another goes so far as to threaten to drive away the angel if he does not let them alone. "Come and render homage to the new-born babe," sings the angel, "and cease to complain of your happy lot." They answer:

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