Angels we have heard on high
Aungels we hae heard on hicht
Sweetly singing o'er the plains,
Bonnily singin ower the plains
And the mountains in reply
And the muntains in repone
Echoing their joyous strains.
Echain thair blythe rants
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Glore tae God in the heichest!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Glore tae God in the heichest!
Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Hirds, whit for this mirth?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
Whit for yer blythe rants streek?
What the gladsome tidings be
Whit the happy tidins be
Which inspire your heavenly song?
That herten yer heavenly sang?
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Glore tae God in the heichest!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Glore tae God in the heichest!
Come to Bethlehem and see
Come tae Bethlehem and see
Him whose birth the angels sing;
Him that’s birth the aungels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee,
Come, worship on bendit knee,
Christ the Lord, the newborn King.
Christ the Laird, the nouborn Keeng.
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Glore tae God in the heichest!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Glore tae God in the heichest!
See Him in a manger laid,
See Him in a manger laid,
Whom the choirs of angels praise;
That the quiers o aungels praise;
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,
Mary, Joseph, lend yer heeze,
While our hearts in love we raise.
While wir herts in luve we raise.
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Glore tae God in the heichest!
Gloria, in excelsis Deo!
Glore tae God in the heichest!