  (Air: “Es Regnet.”) Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! we sing and we say. We usher in joyful the joyfullest day. Bring cedar and hemlock, Bring holly and yew, To crown Father Christmas with majesty due. Chorus.—To crown Father Christmas with majesty due. Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! the snow-field lies white. The river’s a crystal to mirror delight. On skates and on snowshoes, In sledge and in sleigh, We’ll meet Father Christmas, and lead him our way. Cho.—We’ll meet Father Christmas, and lead him our way. Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! the hearth is piled high. The yellow tongues flicker, the fleet sparkles fly. Bring apples and chestnuts, And corn-popper here! We’ll pledge Father Christmas, and make him good cheer! Cho.— We’ll pledge Father Christmas, and make him good cheer! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! we say and we sing. All honor and life to the winter’s glad king! Ring, bells in the steeple! Shout, maidens and men! To greet Father Christmas, and greet him again. Cho.—To greet Father Christmas, and greet him again. Rinktum title crowd dancing in street crowd dancing in street crowd dancing in street crowd dancing in street crowd dancing in street crowd dancing in street In the Land of Rinktum, (Riddle, riddle, rink,) All the happy people-weople Never stop to think. Through the streets they laughing go, Courtesying to high and low, With a nod, and a wink, With a jig, and a jink, Happy land of Rinktum Rink! I will go there too, I think. In the land of Rinktum, (Riddle, riddle, rink!) Every little noisy-boysy In the street, all a-row, Lemon fountains fall and flow With a splash, and a dash, With a gold and silver flash. Happy land of Rinktum Rink! I will go there too, I think. In the Land of Rinktum, (Riddle, riddle, rink,) Every bud’s a rosy-posy, Every weed’s a pink. Candy shops, lollipops, Barking dogs and humming-tops, Happy land of Rinktum Rink! I will go there, too, I think. |
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