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 sing of beauty’s treasure

Fast away the old year passes
Hail the new, ye, lads and lassies
Laughing, quaffing all together
heedless of the wind and weather