Deck the hall with boughs of holly:
‘Tis the season to be jolly!
Fill the mead cup drain the barrel
Troll the ancient Christmas Carol
See the flowing bowl before us!
Strike the harp and join the chorus!
Follow me in merry measure,
While I tell of beauty’s treasure.
Fast away the old year passes,
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses!
Laughing, quaffing, all together,
Heedless of the wind and weather.