Classic Poem

Nowel! nowel! nowel!
Nowel! nowel! nowel!

Out of your slepe arise and wake,
For God mankind nowe hath itake,
All of a maide without eny make,
Of all women she bereth the belle,
Nowel!

And thorwe a maide, faire and wis,
Now man is made of full grete pris:
Now angelis knelen to mannis servis;
And at this time all this befell,
Nowel!

Now man is brighter than the sonne;
Now man in Heven on hie shall wone;
Blessed be God, this game is begonne,
And his moder Emperesse of helle,
Nowel!

That ever was thralle, now is he free;
That ever was smalle, now grete is she;
Now shall God deme bothe thee and me
Unto his blisse, if we do well,
Nowel!

Now man may to Heven wende,
Now Heven and erthe to him they bende:
He that was foo, now is oure frende.
This is no nay that I yowe telle,
Nowel!

Now blessed brother, graunte us grace
A Domesday to se thy face,
And in thy courte to have a place,
That we mow there singe, "Nowel',