  O, it's good-bye, Mister Trouble! There's a joy the angels know, With the mistletoe above us And our sweet-hearts here below! Then play the fiddle, Mister! Love and laughter are in sight; And swing your partners, fellers, Till the dawning of the light! O, its good-bye, Mister Trouble! For the fiddle says, "Be gay!" There's the mistletoe up yonder, And we kiss the griefs away! |
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