mal- : bad, ill, wrong
Examples: malevolent, malicious gossip,
malignant tumor and so on.
ium- / eum- : frame
Examples: sanitarium,
millennium, auditorium and so on.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year
It's the most wonderful time of the year
With the kids jingle belling
And everyone telling you be of good cheer
It's the most wonderful time of the year
With the kids jingle belling
And everyone telling you be of good cheer
It's the most wonderful time of the year
It's the hap-happiest season of all
With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings
When friends come to call
It's the hap-happiest season of all
With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings
When friends come to call
It's the hap-happiest season of all
There'll be parties for hosting
Marshmallows for toasting
And caroling out in the snow
There'll be scary ghost stories
And tales of the glories of
Christmases long, long ago
Marshmallows for toasting
And caroling out in the snow
There'll be scary ghost stories
And tales of the glories of
Christmases long, long ago
It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be much mistltoeing
And hearts will be glowing
When love ones are near
It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be much mistltoeing
And hearts will be glowing
When love ones are near
It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be parties for hosting
Marshmallows for toasting
And caroling out in the snow
There'll be scary ghost stories
And tales of the glories of
Christmases long, long ago
Marshmallows for toasting
And caroling out in the snow
There'll be scary ghost stories
And tales of the glories of
Christmases long, long ago
It's the most wonderful time of the year
There'll be much mistltoeing
And hearts will be glowing
When love ones are near
It's the most wonderful time
Yes the most wonderful time
Oh the most wonderful time
Of the year
There'll be much mistltoeing
And hearts will be glowing
When love ones are near
It's the most wonderful time
Yes the most wonderful time
Oh the most wonderful time
Of the year
Songwriters
EDDIE POLA, GEORGE WYLE
EDDIE POLA, GEORGE WYLE
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Hark the Herald Angels Sing
Hark the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled"
Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With the angelic host proclaim:
"Christ is born in Bethlehem"
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
Christ by highest heav'n adored
Christ the everlasting Lord!
Late in time behold Him come
Offspring of a Virgin's womb
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see
Hail the incarnate Deity
Pleased as man with man to dwell
Jesus, our Emmanuel
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings
Ris'n with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
"Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled"
Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With the angelic host proclaim:
"Christ is born in Bethlehem"
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
Christ by highest heav'n adored
Christ the everlasting Lord!
Late in time behold Him come
Offspring of a Virgin's womb
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see
Hail the incarnate Deity
Pleased as man with man to dwell
Jesus, our Emmanuel
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings
Ris'n with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"
The Twelve Days of Christmas
"The
Twelve Days of Christmas" is an English Christmas carol that enumerates in the manner of a cumulative song a series of increasingly grand gifts given on each of the twelve days of
Christmas (the twelve days that comprise the Christmas season starting with Christmas Day). The song, published in England in 1780
without music as a chant or rhyme, is thought to be French in origin. "The
Twelve Days of Christmas" has a Roud Folk Song Index number of 68. The tunes of collected versions vary. The standard tune
now associated with it is derived from a 1909 arrangement of a traditional folk
melody by English composer Frederic Austin, who first introduced the now familiar
prolongation of the verse "five gold rings".
Auld Lang Syne
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Traditional
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Modern English
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Auld Lang Syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o’ lang syne!
Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne, We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet For auld lang syne!
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu’d the gowans fine, But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot Sin’ auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl’t in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine, But seas between us braid hae roar’d Sin’ auld lang syne.
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine, And we’ll tak a right guid willie-waught For auld lang syne!
And surely ye’ll be your pint’ stoup,
And surely I’ll be mine! And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet For auld lang syne! |
Times Gone By
Should old acquaintances be forgotten,
And never brought to mind? Should old acquaintances be forgotten, And days of long ago!
Chorus:
For times gone by, my dear For times gone by, We will take a cup of kindness yet For times gone by.
We two have run about the hillsides
And pulled the daisies fine, But we have wandered many a weary foot For times gone by.
We two have paddled (waded) in the stream
From noon until dinner time, But seas between us broad have roared Since times gone by.
And there is a hand, my trusty friend,
And give us a hand of yours, And we will take a goodwill drink (of ale) For times gone by!
And surely you will pay for your pint,
And surely I will pay for mine! And we will take a cup of kindness yet For times gone by! |
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