Nowel: Owt of your slepe aryse (Anonymous)

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  • (Posted 2021-09-12)  CPDL #65739:     
Editor: Jason Smart (submitted 2021-09-12).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 140 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Edited from Oxford, Bodleian Library, MS Arch. Selden. B. 26, f.14v. Original pitch and spelling of text retained.
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General Information

Title: Nowel: Owt of your slepe aryse
Composer: Anonymous

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: TTT
Genre: SacredCarol

Language: Middle English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: c. 1430 in Selden Carol Book (Bodleian MS. Arch. Selden B. 26)
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Original text and translations

Middle_English.png 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.