Come Running, You Shepherds

Come running, you shepherds, as fast as you can
With flutes and with bagpipes, and with your whole clan
We're going to see, in Bethlehem's stall
The Child whom the angels announced to us all

This beautiful Infant puts angels to shame!
Beside Him, shy Joseph is breathing his name
And Mary is there- so sweet but so pale!
My heart fills with pity to see her so frail

My neighbours, we're making a cradle for Him
To tuck Him in snug from the night, cold and grim
Loo, loo, lovely Babe, loo, loo- go to sleep
O dear little Jesus, loo, loo- go to sleep