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And thus in fayth fynde it ye shall, Lyenge porely in an oxe stall. The shephardes than lauded god all, Quia Saluator mundi natus est.
Be mery, &c. |
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A NEW CAROLL OF OUR LADY.
Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, This sayd the aungell Gabryell.
Lordes and ladyes all by dene,
For your goodnes and honour I wyll you synge all of a quene,
Of all women she is the floure.
Nowell, &c. Of Jesse there sprange a wyght,
Isay sayd by prophesy, Of whome shall com a man of myght,
From dethe to lyfe he wyll vs bye.
Nowell, &c. There cam an aungell bryght of face,
Flyenge from heuen with full gret lyght, And sayd, Hayle! Mary, full of grace,
For thou shalt bere a man of myght.
Nowell, &c. |
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