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IN DIE NATIVITATIS.
Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell.
Who ys there that syngith so nowell, nowell ?
I am here, syre cristsmasse; Well come, my lord sr c*stsmasse, Welcome to vs all bothe more & lasse,
Com ner, nowell. Dievs wous garde, brewe srs, tydygf y zow bryng, A mayde hath born a chylde full zong, The weche causeth zew 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 & be ryght mery, And syng w1 vs now ioyfully,
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