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25. Nowell, nowell
Nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell, nowell.
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Out of your sleep arise and wake,For God mankind now hath y-take,
All of a maid without any make;
Of all women she bear'th the bell:
Nowell.
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And thro a maidë fair and wiseNow man is made of full great prize;
Now angels kneelën to mannës servise,
And at this time all this befell:
Nowell!
3
Now man is brighter than the sun;Now man in heaven on high shall wone;
Blessëd be God this game is begun;
And his mother empress of hell:
Nowell!
4
That ever was thrall, now is he free;That ever was small, now great is she;
Now shall God deem both thee and me
Unto his bliss if we do well:
Nowell!
5
Now man may to heaven wend;Now heaven and earth to him they bend;
He that was foe now is our friend;
This is no nay that I you tell:
Nowell!
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Now, blessed brother, grant us graceA Domesday to see thy face
And in thy court to have a place,
That we mow therë sing nowell,
Nowell!
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