And a fair old man;
  Upon the straw she lay.
  Nowell, &c.

  And a little CHILD
  On her arm had she;
  'Wot ye who this is?'
  Said the hinds to me.
  Nowell, &c.

  Ox and ass him know,
  Kneeling on their knee:
  Wondrous joy had I
  This little BABE to see.
  Nowell, &c.

  This is CHRIST the Lord,
  Masters, be ye glad!
  Christmas is come in,
  And no folk should be sad.
  Nowell, &c.

Saw you never in the twilight,
  When the sun had left the skies,
Up in heaven the clear stars shining,
  Through the gloom like silver eyes?