Nowel, el, el, el, el

Nowel, el, el, el, el,
I thank it a maiden every del.

The first day whan Crist was borne,
There sprong a rose out of a thorne,
To save mankind that was forlorne.
I thanke it a maiden every del.

In an oxstall the child was found;
In pore clothing the child was wound;
He sofered many a dedly wound.
I thanke it a maiden every del.

A garlond of thornes on his hed was sett;
A scharp spere to his hart was smet;
The Jewés seiden ‘ Take thee that!’
I thanke it a maiden every del.

The Jewes deden cryen her parlament;
On the day of jugément
They werren aferd, they shuld hem schent.
I thanke it a maiden every del.

To the peler he was bounden;
To his hart a spere was stunggen;
For us he sofered a dedly wounden.
I thanke it a maiden every del.