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- Editor: N. Nakamura (submitted 2006-03-24). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 40 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Copyright (C) 2004 by N. Nakamura.
General Information
Title: Nowel: Owt of your slepe aryse
Composer: Anonymous
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: TTT
Genre: Sacred, Carol
Language: Middle English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: Selden Carol Book (15th C, Bodleian MS. Arch. Selden B. 26)
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Original text and translations
Middle English text
- Refrain: Nowel! (6x)
Owt of your slepe aryse and wake,
For God mankynd nowe hath ytake,
Al of a maide without eny make;
Of al women she bereth the belle.
- Refrain.
And thirwe a maide faire and wys,
Now man is made of ful grete pris;
Now angelys knelen to mannys servys,
And at this tyme al this byfel.
- Refrain.
Now man is bryghter than the sonne;
Now man in heven an hye shal wone;
Blssyd be God this game is begonne,
And his moder empresse of helle.
- Refrain.
That ever was thralle, now ys he fre;
That ever was smalle, now grete is she;
Now shal God deme bothe the and me
Unto his blysse yf we do wel.
- Refrain.
Now man may to heven wende;
Now heven and erthe to hym they bende;
He that was foo now is oure frende;
This is no nay that Y yowe telle.
- Refrain.
Now blessyd brother, graunte us grace
A domesday to se thy face.
And in thy courte to have a place,
That we mow there synge 'Nowel'.
- Refrain.