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 cannon and ball to conquer them all.

Old Christmas is past, twelve tide is the last
And we bid you adieu, great joy to the new

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