The weche causeth ȝew for to syng,
Nowell.
Criste is now born of a pure mayde,
In an oxe stalle he ys layde,
Wher’for syng we alle atte abrayde,
Nowell.
Bevvex bien par tutte la company,
Make gode chere and be ryght mery,
And syng wt vs now ioyfully,
Nowell.