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The First Carol

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Title:     The First Carol
Author: Harrison S. Morris [More Titles by Morris]

The first Nowell the Angel did say
Was to three poor Shepherds in the fields as they lay;
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep,
In a cold winter's night that was so deep.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_
_Born is the King of Israel._

They looked up and saw a Star
Shining in the East beyond them far;
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_
_Born is the King of Israel._

And by the light of that same Star
Three Wise Men came from country far;
To seek for a King was their intent,
And to follow the Star wherever it went.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_
_Born is the King of Israel._

The Star drew nigh to the northwest,
O'er Bethlehem it took its rest,
And there it did both stop and stay
Right over the place where Jesus lay.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_
_Born is the King of Israel._

Then did they know assuredly
Within that house the King did lie:
One enter'd in then for to see,
And found the Babe in poverty.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_
_Born is the King of Israel._

Then enter'd in those Wise Men three
Most reverently upon their knee,
And offer'd there in his presence
Both gold, and myrrh, and frankincense.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_
_Born is the King of Israel._

Between an ox-stall and an ass
This Child truly there born he was;
For want of clothing they did him lay
All in the manger among the hay.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_
_Born is the King of Israel._

Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our Heavenly Lord,
That hath made heaven and earth of naught,
And with his blood mankind hath bought.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_
_Born is the King of Israel._

If we in our time shall do well,
We shall be free from death and hell;
For God hath prepared for us all
A resting-place in general.
_Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,_
_Born is the King of Israel._


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Harrison S. Morris's poem: The First Carol

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