Volume Iv Part 1 (1/2)

In The Yule-Log Glow.

Vol. IV.

by Harrison S. Morris.

_Sung Under The Window._

”This carol they began that hour With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino!”

_Shakespeare._

WHO'S THERE?

Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell, Who ys there that syngith so, nowell, nowell, nowell?

I am here, syre Christma.s.se!

Well come, my lord syre Christma.s.se, Welcome to us all, bothe more and lesse, Come nere, nowell!

Dieu vous garde, beau syre, tydinges you bryng: A mayd hath born a chylde full yong, The weche causeth yew 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!

Bebbex bien par tutte la company, Make G.o.de chere and be right mery, And syng with us now joyfully, Nowell!

G.o.d REST YOU MERRY, GENTLEMEN.

G.o.d rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ our Saviour Was born upon this day To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray.

O tidings of comfort and joy, For Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas day.

In Bethlehem in Jewry This blessed babe was born, And laid within a manger Upon this blessed morn; The which His mother Mary Nothing did take in scorn.

O tidings, etc.

From G.o.d our Heavenly Father A blessed angel came, And unto certain shepherds Brought tidings of the same, How that in Bethlehem was born The Son of G.o.d by name.

O tidings, etc.

Fear not, then said the angel, Let nothing you affright, This day is born a Saviour Of virtue, power, and might; So frequently to vanquish all The friends of Satan quite.

O tidings, etc.

The shepherds at those tidings Rejoiced much in mind, And left their flocks a-feeding In tempest, storm, and wind, And went to Bethlehem straightway This blessed babe to find.

O tidings, etc.