| The first Nowell the angel did say
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| Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay
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| In fields where they lay keeping their sheep
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| On a cold winter’s night that was so deep
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| Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell
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| Born is the King of Israel
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| They looked up and saw a star
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| Shining in the east beyond them far
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| And to the earth it gave great light
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| And so it continued both day and night
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| Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell
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| Born is the King of Israel
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| And by the light of that same star
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| Three wise men came from country far
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| To seek for a king was their intent
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| And to follow the star wheresoever it went
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| Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell
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| Born is the King of Israel
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| The star drew nigh to the north-west
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| O’er Bethlehem it took its rest
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| And there it did both stop and stay
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| Right over the place where Jesus lay
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| Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell
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| Born is the King of Israel |