| I come to hevin which to tell
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| The best nowells that e’er befell
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| To you thir tythings trew I bring
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| And I will of them say and sing
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| This day to you is born ane child
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| Of Marie meik and Virgin mild
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| That bliss it bairn bening and kind
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| Sall you rejoyce baith hart and mind
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| Lat us rejoyis and be blyth
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| And with the Hyrdis go full swyth
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| And see what God of his grace hes done
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| Throu Christ to bring us to his throne
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| My saull and life stand up and see
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| Wha lyis in ane cribbe of tree
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| What Babe is that, sa gude and fair
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| It is Christ, God’s son and Air
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| O my deir hard, yung Jesus sweit
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| Prepair thy creddil in my spreit!
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| And I sall rock thee in my hart
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| And never mair fra thee depart
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| Bot I sall praise thee evermoir
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| With sangis sweit unto thy gloir
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| The kneis of my hard sall I bow
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| And sing that rycht Balulalow |