Deck The Halls / Bring A Torch, Jeannette, Isabella (Medley)

Deck the halls with boughs of holly 'Tis the season to be jolly (Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la) Deck the halls with boughs of holly Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (Fa-la-la-la-la) Oh yeah (la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la) I say 'Tis the season to be jolly Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la) Don we now our gay apparel Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la Troll the ancient Yule-tide carol Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (Fa-la-la-la-la) Oh yeah (la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la) See the blazing Yule before us Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la) Strike the harp and join the chorus Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la) Come on Follow we in merry measure Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la While I tell the Christmas treasure Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la (Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la) Deck the halls with boughs of holly 'Tis the season to be jolly (Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la) Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabelle Bring a torch, to the cradle run This is Jesus, good folk of the village Christ is born, and Mary calls you Ah, ah, lovely is the mother Ah, ah, lovely is the child It is wrong when the babe's sleeping It is wrong to cry so loud Quiet now, as you near the cradle Not a sound, His dream's disturbing Hush! hush! see Him so gently sleeping Hush! hush! smiling He sleeps and dreams