Nowel el el el, now is wel that evere was woo.
A babe is born al of a may,
In the savasyoun of us,
To hem we syngyn bothe nyoht and day,
Veni creator spiritus.
At Bedlem that blyssid pas,
The chyld of blysse born he was,
Hymn to serve, go oeve us gras,
O lux beata trinitas.
Ther come thre kynges out of the est,
To worchepoe the kyng that is so fre,
With gold and myrre and francincens,
A solis ortus cardine.
The herdes herdyn an aungele cry,
A merye song then sungyn he,
Qwy arn oe so sore a-gast?
Jam ortus solis cardine.
The aungele comyn doun with on cry,
A fayr song then syngyn he,
In the worchepe of that chyld,
Gloria tibi, Domine.
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Nowel el el el, now is wel that evere was woo.
A babe is born al of a may,
In the savasyoun of us,
To hem we syngyn bothe nyoht and day,
Veni creator spiritus.
At Bedlem that blyssid pas,
The chyld of blysse born he was,
Hymn to serve, go oeve us gras,
O lux beata trinitas.
Ther come thre kynges out of the est,
To worchepoe the kyng that is so fre,
With gold and myrre and francincens,
A solis ortus cardine.
The herdes herdyn an aungele cry,
A merye song then sungyn he,
Qwy arn oe so sore a-gast?
Jam ortus solis cardine.
The aungele comyn doun with on cry,
A fayr song then syngyn he,
In the worchepe of that chyld,
Gloria tibi, Domine.
A babe is born al of a may,
In the savasyoun of us,
To hem we syngyn bothe nyoht and day,
Veni creator spiritus.
At Bedlem that blyssid pas,
The chyld of blysse born he was,
Hymn to serve, go oeve us gras,
O lux beata trinitas.
Ther come thre kynges out of the est,
To worchepoe the kyng that is so fre,
With gold and myrre and francincens,
A solis ortus cardine.
The herdes herdyn an aungele cry,
A merye song then sungyn he,
Qwy arn oe so sore a-gast?
Jam ortus solis cardine.
The aungele comyn doun with on cry,
A fayr song then syngyn he,
In the worchepe of that chyld,
Gloria tibi, Domine.