Verily, the Tide of Christmas, it doth Blow

Me myself, I like Christmas, maybe because (1) I eat whatever I want, and (2) my family and in-laws are hundreds of miles away. But tofty has worked up a playlist of depressing alternative Christmas songs. At her suggestion, I present the matching collection of old-fashioned traditional depressing Christmas songs.

Verily, the Tide of Christmas Doth Blow (the Nasty, Brutish, and Short Traditional Music Mix)

Andrew Parrott and the Baltimore Consort: Coventry Carol. Or: Let's see if we can save this baby while all the others are murdered.
The Voice Squad: Down In Yon Forest. Or: Arthurian imagery, sick wounds, blood.
The Voice Squad: The Holly She Bears A Berry. Blood. Blood, I tell you.
Deller Consort: Adam Lay Ybounden. Or: Crime. Punishment. Eventual redemption. For this we're required to give thanks.
Baltimore Consort: Remember, O Thou Man. Adam's fall, part 2.
Baltimore Consort: Bellman's Carol. Or: This little baby y'all are so excited about? He's gonna die.
Maddy Prior: Poor Little Jesus. Yup. Gonna die.
Maddy Prior: See Amid the Winter Snow. And plus it was really nice where he was, whereas here? Not so nice.
Anonymous 4: Seven Rejoices of Mary. Seeing her son crucified. Makes a mother's heart glad.
Revels: Dame, Get Up and Make Your Pies. Mutilated birds.
Revels: Malpas Wassail. Random drunken people at your door demanding figgy pudding.

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