The little young lambs were on the hill
Glory, Glory
The night was dark and the wind it was still
Glory, Glory, Glory
They lookèd low, they lookèd high,
But all they saw was a star in the sky.
Singing, Glory, glory, glory, Christ is born

They lookèd low, they lookèd high
Glory, Glory
There came a great light into the Sky
Glory, Glory, Glory
And all God's angels sang out plain
So sweet as collybirds after rain.
Singing, Glory, glory, glory, Christ is born

Go little young lambs to Bethlehem
Glory, Glory
And there you'll find the King of men
Glory, Glory, Glory
In the manger on the hay
The lamb that's born on Chrissimas day.
Singing, Glory, glory, glory, Christ is born

The little young lambs away they went
Glory, Glory
And followed their shepherds in great content
Glory, Glory, Glory
And in a manger there he lay
Our Lord was born on Chrissimas day.
Singing, Glory, glory, glory, Christ is born

[key F]

From Miss Ruth L. Tongue, Wharncleeve Cottage, Crowcombe, Taunton, Somerset, who heard it at Cothelstone in the Quantock Hills in her childhood. (Tune noted by Michael Bell.)
See http://www.folkinfo.org/songs/displaysong.php?songid=76