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The first Nowell, the angel did say,
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep,
On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Nowell, Nowell,
Nowell, Nowell,
Born is the King of Israel.
They looked up and saw a Star,
Shining in the East, beyond them far;
And to the earth, it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night.
Nowell, Nowell,
Nowell, Nowell,
Born is the King of Israel.
The star drew nigh to the North-West,
O'er Bethlehem it took its rest,
And there it did, both stop and stay,
Right over the place where Jesus lay.
Nowell, Nowell,
Nowell, Nowell,
Born is the King of Israel.
(Last time) Nowell, Nowell,
Nowell, Nowell.