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The first Noel, the angels 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 lat was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.
They looked up and saw a star,
Shinning in the East beyond them far;
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.
This star drew nigh to the northwest;
O'er Bethlehem it took its rest,
And there it did both stop and stay,
Right o'er the place where Jesus lay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.