I suppose I should be ashamed of myself for posting this. But, alas, I have no shame. This is on page 72 of Folk Songs Out of Wisconsin:

OH WELL, OH WELL

The first Noel, the angels 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.
Oh well, oh well, oh well and oh well.
Born is the King of Israel,
Oh well, oh well, oh well and oh well.
Born is the King of Israel.