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 20  And a fair old man; Upon the straw she lay. Nowell, &c.

And a little CHILD On her arm had she; 'Wot ye who this is?' Said the hinds to me. Nowell, &c.

Ox and ass him know, Kneeling on their knee: Wondrous joy had I      This little BABE to see. Nowell, &c.

This is CHRIST the Lord, Masters, be ye glad! Christmas is come in, And no folk should be sad. Nowell, &c.

Saw you never in the twilight, When the sun had left the skies, Up in heaven the clear stars shining, Through the gloom like silver eyes?