| Second line | Carol |
| Stood a lowly cattle shed | |
| Among the leaves so green | |
| All seated on the ground | |
| On Mary's lap is sleeping | |
| My true love gave to me | |
| In a one horse open sleigh | |
| Bearing gifts we traverse afar | |
| Let earth receive her king | |
| In heav'n the bells are ringing | |
| The stars are brightly shining | |
| Glory to the new-born king | |
| His wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame | |
| How still we see thee lie! | |