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Traditional English, arranged by Loreena McKennitt |
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Good health, love and peace be all here in this place |
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By your leave we will sing, concerning our King. |
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Our King is well-dressed in silks of the best |
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In ribbons so rare no king can compare. |
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We have travelled many miles over hedges and stiles, |
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In search of our King unto you we bring. |
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We have powder and shot to conquer the lot, |
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We have cannon and ball to conquer them all. |
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Old Christmas is past, twelve tide is the last |
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And we bid you adieu, great joy to the new. |
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And we bid you adieu, great joy to the new. |
