'Joy, Health, Love and Peace'

Joy, Health, Love and Peace be all here in this place
By your leave we will sing, concerning our King

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, twelfth tide is the last
And we bid you adieu. Great Joy to the New.

It is not of the newborn King of Winter, the wondrous Child they sing, but of the wren, the King of the Birds, hunted in Pembrokeshire, Suffolk, the Isle of Man, and Dingle, Co Kerry, Ireland on St Stephen's Day - December 26^th