Sir Christèmas

Nowell, nowell.

Who is there that singeth so,

I am here, Sir Christèmas.

Welcome, my lord Sir Christèmas!

Welcome to all, both more and less!

Come near, come near, come near,

Nowell, nowell.

Dieu vous garde, beaux sieurs,

Tidings I you bring:

A maid hath borne a child full young,

Which causeth you to sing:

Nowell, nowell.

Christ is now born of a pure maid,

Born of a pure maid;

In an ox-stall he is laid,

Wherefore sing we at a brayde:

Nowell, nowell.

Buvez bien, buvez bien

Par toute la compagnie.

Make good cheer and be right merry,

And sing with us now joyfully

Nowell, nowell