O, thou hast got a manger bed!
Jesus, Jesus, rest your head,
thou hast got a manger bed,
all the evil folk of earth
And sleep in their woods, at their foot.
Jesus, Jesus, rest your head,
You have not a stranger fed .
Have you heard about our Jesus?
Have you heard about his fate?
How his mother went to that stable
on that Christmas Eve so late.
Winds were blowin',
clouds were lowin',
stars were glowin'.
Glowin', glowin'.
Jesus, Jesus, rest your head,
Do you have not a manger there?
To that manger came three boys fair,
Bringing gifts from him and young,
Bringing gifts from hill and yonder,
For the mother and the father,
And the blessed little son,
Shepherds left their fields and flocks
And sat beside the ass and ox.
Jesus, Jesus, rest your head,
You have got a manger bed.
Jesus, Jesus, rest your head,
You have got a manger bed.
All the evil folk on earth
Sleep in feathers on their birth.
Jesus, Jesus, rest your head,
You have got a manger bed.
Jesus, Jesus, rest your head,
You have got a manger bed.