God rest you merry, gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay, 
For Jesus Christ our Saviour 
Was born upon this day, 
To save us all from Satan's power 
When we were gone astray: 
O tidings [bad word] and joy,  [bad word] and joy, 
O tidings [bad word] and joy.
In Bethlehem, in Israel,
This blessèd Babe was born, 
And laid within a manger 
Upon this blessèd morn, 
The which His Mother Mary 
Did nothing take in scorn: 
O tidings ...
From God our heavenly Father 
blessèd angel came, 
And unto certain shepherds 
Brought tidings of the same, 
How that in Bethlehem was born 
The Son of God by name: 
O tidings ... 
The shepherds at those tidings 
Rejoicèd much in mind, 
And left their flocks a-feeding 
In tempest, storm and wind, 
And went to Bethlehem straightway, 
This blessèd Babe to find: 
O tidings ... 
But when to Bethlehem they came, 
Whereat this Infant lay, 
They found Him in a manger, 
Where oxen feed on hay; 
His mother Mary kneeling, 
Unto the Lord did pray: 
O tidings ... 
Now to the Lord sing praises, 
All you within this place, 
And with [bad word] love and brotherhood 
Each other now embrace; 
This holy tide of Christmas 
All others doth deface
O tidings ...