An Chéad Nollaig Mhór, bhí cor aingeal Dé
Sa spéir go ceolmhar a fogairt dea-scéil
Mbun cúraim a dtréad, bhí aoirí na mbán
'S d'airíodar an scéala, dea-mhéinne 'gus grá
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Rugadh an lá seo Rí Iosrael
Do dhearcadar i gcéin, an réalt lonnrach breá
In oirthear an spéire, gan néal gan scáth
Agus líon an saol, de ghlé-sholas óir
'S lean uirthi a soilsiú, idir oíche 'gus ló
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Rugadh an lá seo Rí Iosrael
Do bhreoigh an réalt, triúir éigeas gan cháim
thíortha i gcéin, thar sliabh 'gus thar má
A d'iarraidh an Rí, bhí 'na soithe mór-chlú
'S do lean siad de shíor, an rinn réilteann iúil
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Rugadh an lá seo Rí Iosrael
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The first Noel, the angel did say,
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay;
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep,
On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.
They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the East, beyond them far;
And to the earth it gave great light,
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.
And by the light of that same star,
Three wise men came from country far;
To seek for a King was their intent,
And to follow the star wherever it went.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Israel.
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