Awake, awake you drowsy souls
And hear what I shall tell
Remember Christ, the Lamb of God
Redeemed our souls from hell
He's crowned with thorns, spit on with scorn
His friends have hid themselves:
So God send you all much joy in the year
So God send you all much joy in the year

He's crowned with thorns, spit on with scorn
His friends have hid themselves
So God send you all much joy in the year
So God send you all much joy in the year