Holly Song
Reading edition
Care is but a broken bubble, Trill the carol, troll the catch! Sooth we’ll cry, “A truce to trouble!” Mirth and mistletoe shall match! Happy folly! we’ll be jolly! Who’d be melancholy now? With a “Hey, the holly! ho, the holly!” Polly hangs the holly bough. Laughter lurking in the eye, sir, Pleasure foots it frisk and free; He who frowns or looks awry, sir, Faith, a witless wight is he! Merry folly! what a volley Greets the hanging of the bough! With a “Hey, the holly! ho, the holly!” Who’d be melancholy now?