VIII. The Mother’s Child What shall we give to the Mother’s Child? What shall we give that will delight him? We’ll give him raisins in baskets We’ll give him figs in a hamper. What shall we give to the Mother’s Child? What shall we give to the beautiful infant? Raisins and figs and walnuts and olives Raisins and figs and honey and farmers’ cheese. Even if the figs are green Even so, they’ll ripen. If they don’t ripen on Palm Sunday They’ll ripen on Easter. IX. Chiquirriquitín (Andalusia, Spain) ¡Chiquirriquitín! Metidito entre pajas: ¡Ay del chiquirriquitín! Queridito del alma. Por debajo del arco del portaliño Se descubre a María, José y el Niño. ¡Chiquirriquitín! Metidito entre pajas: ¡Ay del chiquirriquitín! Queridito del alma. Entre el buey y la mula Dios ha nacido, Y en un pobre pesebre le han recogido. IX. Little Baby Boy Little baby boy! Placed in the straw, oh the little baby boy! Tiny beloved of the soul. Under the arch of the little manger Mary, Joseph and the Child are revealed. Little baby boy! Placed in the straw, oh the little baby boy! Tiny beloved of the soul. Between an ox and a mule God has been born And they’ve placed him in a lowly manger.
VIII. The Mother’s Child What shall we give to the Mother’s Child? What shall we give that will delight him? We’ll give him raisins in baskets We’ll give him figs in a hamper. What shall we give to the Mother’s Child? What shall we give to the beautiful infant? Raisins and figs and walnuts and olives Raisins and figs and honey and farmers’ cheese. Even if the figs are green Even so, they’ll ripen. If they don’t ripen on Palm Sunday They’ll ripen on Easter. IX. Chiquirriquitín (Andalusia, Spain) ¡Chiquirriquitín! Metidito entre pajas: ¡Ay del chiquirriquitín! Queridito del alma. Por debajo del arco del portaliño Se descubre a María, José y el Niño. ¡Chiquirriquitín! Metidito entre pajas: ¡Ay del chiquirriquitín! Queridito del alma. Entre el buey y la mula Dios ha nacido, Y en un pobre pesebre le han recogido. IX. Little Baby Boy Little baby boy! Placed in the straw, oh the little baby boy! Tiny beloved of the soul. Under the arch of the little manger Mary, Joseph and the Child are revealed. Little baby boy! Placed in the straw, oh the little baby boy! Tiny beloved of the soul. Between an ox and a mule God has been born And they’ve placed him in a lowly manger.
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