VII.
NOWELL, nowell, nowell, nowell.
Who ys there that syngith so nowell, nowell?
I am here, syre Cristsmasse;
Well, come, my lord sr Crstsmasse,
Welcome to vs all bothe more & lasse,
Com ner, nowell.
Dievs wous garde brewe s^{rs} tydyge y ȝow bryng.
A mayde hath borne a chylde full ȝong,