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,