I come from hevin which to tell
   The best nowells that e'er befell
   To you thir tythings trew I bring
   And I will of them say and sing.
  
   This day to you is born ane child
   Of Marie meik and Virgin mild
   That bliss it bairn bening and kind
   Sall you rejoyce baith hart and mind.
  
   Lat us rejoyis and be blyth
   And with the Hyrdis go full swyth
   And see what God of his grace hes done
   Throu Christ to bring us to his throne
  
   My saull and life stand up and see
   Wha lyis in ane cribbe of tree.
   What Babe is that, sa gude and fair
   It is Christ, God's son and Air.
  
   O my deir hard, yung Jesus sweit
   Prepair thy creddil in my spreit!
   And I sall rock thee in my hart
   And never mair fra thee depart.
  
   Bot I sall praise thee evermoir
   With sangis sweit unto thy gloir
   The kneis of my hard sall I bow
   And sing that rycht Balulalow.