Sung Under The Window. "This carol they began that hour With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino !" Shakespeare. WHO'S THERE? Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell, Who ys there that syngith so, nowell, nowell, nowell? I am here, syre Christmasse! Well come, my lord syre Christmasse, Come nere, nowell! Dieu vous garde, beau syre, tydinges you bryng : Nowell! Criste is now born of a pure mayde, Wher'for syng we alle atte abrayde GOD REST YOU MERRY, GENTLEMEN. God rest you merry, gentlemen, For Jesus Christ our Saviour To save us all from Satan's power O tidings of comfort and joy, In Bethlehem in Jewry This blessed babe was born, The which His mother Mary O tidings, etc. From God our Heavenly Father How that in Bethlehem was born The Son of God by name. O tidings, etc. God Rest You Merry, Gentlemen. Fear not, then said the angel, Let nothing you affright, This day is born a Saviour Of virtue, power, and might; So frequently to vanquish all The friends of Satan quite. 11 O tidings, etc. The shepherds at those tidings And left their flocks a-feeding And went to Bethlehem straightway This blessed babe to find. O tidings, etc. But when to Bethlehem they came, Whereat this infant lay, They found Him in a manger His mother Mary kneeling Unto the Lord did pray. O tidings, etc. Now to the Lord sing praises, All you within this place, And with true love and brotherhood Each other now embrace; This holy tide of Christmas O tidings, etc. |