Forty-nine angels looking down,
Seven all around a golden crown;
Seven with a harp and seven with a horn
Play for the Baby newly born,
Play for the Baby newly born.

Forty-nine angels looking down,
Seven weaving linen for a gown;
Seven to embroider, seven to adorn
A dress for the Baby newly born,
A dress for the Baby newly born.

And where are the rest of the forty-nine?
One takes a star, makes it brightly shine;
Two tell the news over Galilee;
Three show the way to the Wise Men three;
And little Forty-nine this blessed morn
Sings for the Baby newly born,
Sings for the Baby newly born.