The Years Are Passing By

Oh the years are passing by my friend

How soon the clock does chime

And before you blink an eye my friend

You'll soon be out of time

So be happy on this Earth my friend

And spread your kindly cheer

Harken while you may

For Christmas day is near

Harken while you may

Before you end up here

Boo

Ahhh

That'll be five shillings for your wife's grave Mr. Smythe

Oh dear, that much?

Take it or leave it

No, it must be done properly

With no more money, I shall have to appeal to Scrooge's better nature

Scrooge? Ebenezer Scrooge? Here's to his better nature

Hahaha

Come children, we'll find Mr. Scrooge at the Royal Exchange