In Betheleem, that noble place,

As by prophesy sayd it was,

Of the vyrgyn Mary, full of grace,

On Chrystmas nyght, an angel it tolde

To the shephardes, kepyng theyr folde,

That into Betheleem with bestes wolde,

The shephardes were copassed ryght,

About them was a great lyght,

Drede ye nought, sayd the angell bryght,

Beholde to you we brynge great ioy,

For why, Jesus is borne this day

(To vs) of Mary, that mylde may,

And thus in fayth fynde it ye shall,

Lyenge porely in an oxe stall.

The shephardes than lauded God all,