Past three a clock,
And a cold frosty morning,
Past three a clock;
Good morrow, masters all!
Born is a Baby, Gentle as may be,
Son of the eternal Father supernal.
Seraph quire singeth, Angel bell ringeth;
Hark how they rime it, Time it and chime it.
Mid earth rejoices Hearing such voices
e'ertofore so well Carolling Nowell.
Hinds o'er the pearly, Dewy lawn early
Seek the high Stranger Laid in the manger.
Cheese from the dairy Bring they for Mary
And, not for money, Butter and honey.
Light out of star-land Leadeth from far land
Princes, to meet him, Worship and greet him.
Myrrh from full coffer, Incense they offer;
Nor is the golden Nugget withholden.
Thus they: I pray you, Up, sirs, nor stay you
Till ye confess him Likewise and bless him