“Miri It Is” is presented as a single. This is the Appalachian Winter version of an old song originally sung in Middle English. The original composer and lyricist are unknown.
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Miri it is while sumer y-last
With fogeles song. Oc nu neheth windes blast And weder strong. Ei! Ei! What this nicht is long, And ich with wel michel wrong, Soregh and morn and fast. _
Merry it is while summer does last
With the feathered ones’ song. But now nears the wind’s cold blast And weather strong. Hey! Hey! What, this night is long. And I with well much now wrong, Sorrow, mourn and fast. |
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