Masters in this Hall, hear ye news to-day Brought from over sea – and ever I you pray;
Chorus: Nowell, Nowell, Nowell! Nowell, sing we clear Holpen are all folk on earth, born is God’s son so dear: Nowell, Nowell, Nowell! Nowell, sing we loud God to-day hath poor folk raised, and cast a-down the proud . . .
Going o’er the hills, through the milk-white snow Heard the ewes bleat while the wind did blow Chorus Then to Bethlem town we went two by two, And in a sorry place, heard the oxen low Chorus Therein did we see a sweet and goodly maid And a fair old man; upon the straw she lay Chorus This is Christ the Lord — Masters be ye glad! Christmas is come in, and no folk should be sad
Caspar David Friedrich: Monastery Ruins in the Snow (1818)
English Lyrics: William Morris, 1834-1896 Music: traditional French tune 17th century