On a winter's night, there is a darkness
There is a moment to reflect.
On the slurring eve, of a Christmas morning
As the snow it dusts and ice it sheets
Be gone the eyes, of the discontented
To the budding cynics, spruce your days
Swallow the sham, with a glass of sherry
And keep the bids of toil at bay
And though we know, these parlour games
The times for candour, lay in wait.
We will carouse, in the merry fayre
And find some comfort in cliche
And a glass we'll raise, to fallen comrades
To the twinkling stars above our heads
And to ol' Saint Nick and his hoofed companions
Mystic ascension, above the streets
And though we'll dance, this merry dance
The times for candour, lay in wait.
We will indulge and then despair
At the feast of Stephen's charming bait
And though we know, these parlour games
The times for candour, lay in wait.
We will carouse, in the merry fayre
And find some comfort in cliche
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