I don't know if the versions are the same, but John Roberts and Tony Barrand sing the stanza supplied two messages back, plus the following:

'Tis ill for a mind to anger incline
To think of small injuries now
If wrath be deceit do not lend to thy cheek
Nor let it inhabit thy brow
Cross out of thy books malevolent looks
Both beauty and youth decay
And wholly consort with mirth and with sport
To drive the cold winter away

This time of the year is spent in good cheer
When neighbors together do meet
To sit by the fire in friendly desire
Each other in love for to greet
All grudges forgot, are put in the pot
All sorrows aside as they lay
The old and the young doth carol this song
To drive the cold winter away

-Linda Mattson