THE CAROL SINGER

Gentles all, or knights or ladies,

Happiness be yours, alway;

Dance and carolling our trade is,

But we sing for love to-day.

Merry lads and dainty lasses

Trip beneath the mistletoe,

Dance to sound of clinking glasses.

Bells are ringing in the snow.

By the look that on your face is,

Sweet, my song is worth a kiss.

There is weeping in cold places,

We must laugh the more in this.

Gentles all, or knights or ladies,

Happiness is yours, alway;

Dance and carolling our trade is,

But we sing for love to-day.