I come to hevin which to tellThe best nowells that e'er befell
  To you thir tythings trew I bring
  And I will of them say and sing.
  
  This day to you is born ane child
  Of Marie meik and Virgin mild
  That bliss it bairn bening and kind
  Sall you rejoyce baith hart and mind.
  
  Lat us rejoyis and be blyth
  And with the Hyrdis 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
  Wha lyis in ane cribbe of tree.
  What Babe is that, sa gude and fair
  It is Christ, God's son and Air.
  
  O my deir hard, yung Jesus sweit
  Prepair 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 hard sall I bow
  And sing that rycht Balulalow.