Masters in this hall
Hear ye news today,
Brought from over seas
And ever you I pray.
CHORUS
Sing we now noel,
Sing we noel clear!
Holpen all the folk on earth
Born the Son of God so dear!
Then to Bethl'em town
Went we two by two,
In a sorry place
We heard the oxen low.
Ox and ass Him know,
Kneeling on their knee,
Wonderous joy had I
This little babe to see.
This is Christ, the Lord,
Masters be ye glad!
Christmas is come in,
And no folk shall be sad!
Masters In This Hall
William Morris
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