Good health, love and peace
Be all here in this place
By your leave we will sing
Concerning our King
Our King is well-dressed in silks of the best
In ribbons so rare
No king can compare
We have travelled many miles
Over hedges and stiles
In search of our King
Unto you we bring
We have powder and shot
To conquer the lot
(We have) we have cannon and ball
To conquer them all
Old Christmas is past
12 tide is the last
And we bid you adieu
Great joy to the new
And we bid you adieu
Great joy to the new
