Masters, in this Hall, Hear ye news to-day Brought from over sea, And ever I pray you. @3Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! sing we clear Holpen are all folk on earth, Born is God's Son so dear: Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! sing we loud! God to-day hath poor folk rais'd, And cast down the proud.@1 Going over the hills, Through the milk-white snow, Heard I ewes bleat While the wind did blow. Shepherds many an one Sat among the sheep, No man spake more word Than they had been asleep. Quoth I "Fellows mine, Why this guise sit ye? Making but dull cheer, Shepherds though ye be? "Shepherds should of right Leap and dance and sing; Thus to see ye sit Is a right strange thing." Quoth these fellows then, "To Bethlehem town we go, To see a mighty Lord Lie in a manger low." "How name ye this Lord, Shepherds?" then said I. "Very @3God,@1 they said, "Come from Heaven high." Then to Bethlehem town We went two and two And in a sorry place Heard the oxen low. Therein did we see A sweet and goodly May And a fair old man; Upon the straw She lay. And a little Child On Her arm had She; "Wot ye Who this is?" Said the hinds to me. Ox and ass Him know, Kneeling on their knee: Wondrous joy had I This little Babe to see. This is Christ the Lord Masters, be ye glad! Christmas is come in, And no folk should be sad. @3Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! sing we clear Holpen are all folk on earth, Born is God's Son so dear: Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! Nowell! sing we loud! God to-day hath poor folk rais'd, And cast down the proud.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PACIFIST FRIEND by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE NIGHTINGALE by PAUL VERLAINE WITCHCRAFT BY A PICTURE by JOHN DONNE PORTRAIT D'UNE FEMME by EZRA POUND TO THE QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON BALLAD: THE THINGS OF NO ACCOUNT by FRANCOIS VILLON |