We miss Mr Seeger. Thanks for the lyrics. They mean the fears we face to put things that way. Portugal.

Thank you so much for posting this wise, old carol which is so relevant today, as the gap between rich and poor widens at great cost to us all. (I"m thinking especially of the need for equitable distribution of Covid vaccines.) FYI - The last 4 lines actually go like this: If we like oxen and donkeys then In spite of all the things we've heard Would be like oxen and donkeys then We'd hear the truth, believe His word.

The winter season of the year When to this world Our Lord was born The ox and donkey, so they say Did keep His Holy Presence warm How many oxen and donkeys now If they were there when first He came How many oxen and donkeys you know At such a time would do the same? And on that night it has been told These humble beasts so rough and rude Throughout the night of Holy Birth Drank no water, ate no food How many oxen and donkeys now Dressed in ermine, silk and such How many oxen and donkeys you know At such a time would do as much? As soon as to these humble beasts Appeared Our Lord, so mild and sweet With joy they knelt before His Grace And gently kissed His tiny feet Would we like oxen and donkeys then In spite of all the things be heard Would we like oxen and donkeys then We'd hear the truth, believe His word?

actually, it's "dressed in ermine, silk, and such"(ermine was one of the materials royal garments were made)