_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell._
‘Who is there that singeth so _nowell, nowell, nowell_?’
‘I am here, Sir Christmas.’
‘Welcome, my lord Sir Christmas.
Welcome to us both more and less,
Come near.’ _Nowell._
‘Dieu vous garde, beau sire. Tidings I you bring;
A maid hath born a Child full ying[34]
The which causeth for to sing
_Nowell_.
‘Christ is now born of a pure maid;
In an ox-stall he is laid:
Wherefore sing we all at a brayde[35]
_Nowell_.
‘Beuvez bien par tutte la company,
Make good cheer and be right merry;
And sing with us now right joyfully,
_Nowell_.’
[34] Young.
[35] At once.