Good day, good day,
My lord, Sire Christemasse, good day!

Good day, Sire Christemasse our king,
For every man both olde and yinge
Is glad and blithe of your cominge:
Good day!

Godis sone, so moche of might,
Fram Heven to erthe down is light,
And borne is of a maide so bright:
Good day!

Heven and erthe and also helle,
And alle that ever in hem dwelle,
Of your cominge they beth full snelle:
Good day!

Of your cominge this clerkes finde
Ye come to save all mankinde,
And of here bales hem unbinde:
Good day!

Alle manner of merthes we wole make,
And solas to oure hertes take,
My semely lorde, for your sake: