Come all ye joyful,
come all on in.
Take off your clutter,
free yourself from sin.
Take off your clutter,
and join on in,
Sing a song of sixpence,
to your kin.
Sing a song of sixpence,
praise to the vine.
Lift your glasses high,
with the new made wine.
Lift your glasses high,
praise be to the gods,
who shelter my family,
against all odds.
Who shelter my family,
through thick and thin.
Come share our plenty,
so all can win.
Come share our plenty,
there's plenty for all.
And joyful we'll sing,
until the fall.
Eat, Drink and Be Merry
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