American. I’ve only ever heard the first version, with “For Christ is born of Mary” kicking off the verse. It’s sung to the St. Louis tune. It always throws me off to hear the Forest Green tune. Thanks for the interesting link, Antonious Block.
Although O Little Town is far from my favorite carol, it is pretty prominent here in the US. I personally prefer such carols as Lo, how a rose, O Holy Night, or Hark, the Herald.
Pretty sensible change, in this case at least, if you ask me. As a long-time married man, I can assure you that if the women aren’t at peace, the men sure as hell won’t get any …
I am very familiar with the second option, we used to sing it that way at mass. I believe we did both of those verses, though, the first one being the third verse. I will have to check for sure, but I am positive we always sang the second option.
EWWWW. Just listened to the “Forest Green” melody. That takes away ALL the haunting sound of the original version, which was WRITTEN IN FREAKING AMERICA, SO SING IT RIGHT, DAMMIT!
When Ronald Reagan died, I was watching on TV when his casket arrived in DC. There was a military band playing all kinds of patriotic music, and at the start of one song I was completely confused: why the hell were they playing “God Save the Queen”?! It seriously took me most of the song to figure it out.
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I blame it on the 2 years I lived in England as a kid: to this day I’ve heard “God Save the Queen” more often than I’ve heard “My Country 'Tis of Thee.”
When I was a tad, I got the Three Kings okay, but I was thrown off by the Mary bit as well. I heard it as Round, young, virgin. Well, I had no idea what virgin meant. Young . . . okay, it was mentioned a lot how young she was, and round made perfect sense – she was pregnant, wasn’t she?
A timely recollection, Misnomer, given that they played it again today at Gerald Ford’s funeral.
Contrariwise, I hear that one of those upstart Colonials has written some rather bombastic and bloodthirsty lyrics to my favorite “booze, broads, and brawls” drinking-song To Anacreon in Heaven. It is inconceivable to me that his words might in time prove to be popular…