I come fra hevin here to tell
The best nowells that e'er befell
To you thir tythings trew I bring
And I will of them say and sing
To you this day is born ane child
Of Marie meik and Virgin mild
That blissit bairn bening and kind
Sall you rejoyce baith hart and mind
Lat us rejoyis and be blyth
And with the Hydris 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
What lyis in ane cribbe of tree
What Babe is that, sa gude and fair?
It is Christ, God's Son and Air
The silk and sandell thee to eis
Ar hay and sempill sweilling clais
Whar thou greit glorious God and King
As thou in hev'n war in thy ring
And war the warld ten times sa wide
Cled ouer with gold and stanes of pride
Unworthie yit it were to thee
Under thy feet ane stule to be
O my deir hart, yung Jesus sweit
Prepare 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 hart sall I bow
And sing that rycht Balulalow