'Tis Christmas now! 'Tis Christmas now!
When Cato's self could laugh,
And smoothing forth his wrinkled brow,
Give liberty to quaff,
To dance, to sing, to sport and play,
For every hour's a holiday.

And for the twelve days, let them pass
In mirth and jollity:
The time doth call each lad and lass,
That will be blithe and free,
Then dance and sing, and sport and play,
For every hour's a holiday.

And from the rising of the sun
To the setting, cast off cares;
'Tis time enough when twelve is done.
To think of our affairs,
Then dance and sing, and sport and play,
For every hour's a holiday.