Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell
Who is there that singeth so nowell, nowell, nowell?

I am here, Sir Christëmas
Welcome, my lord Sir Christëmas
Welcome to us all, both more and less
Come near, nowell

Dieus wous garde, bewe sieurs, tidings I you bring:
A maid hath borne a child full ying
The which causeth you for to sing
Nowell

Christ is now born of a pure maid
In an ox-stall he is laid
Whereof sing we alle at a brayde
Nowell

Bevvex bien par tutte la company
Make good cheer and be right merry
And sing with us now joyfully
Nowell