SOON THE HOAR OLD YEAR MUST LEAVE US

Soon the hoar old year must leave us,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
But the parting must not grieve us
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
When the new year comes tomorrow
   Fa la la la la, la la la la
Let him find no trace of sorrow
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.

He our pleasures may redouble,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
He may bring us store of trouble,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Hope the best and gaily meet him,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
With a jovial chorus greet him,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.

At his birth, he brings us gladness,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Ponder not on future sadness,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Anxious care is now but folly,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Fill the mead-cup, hand the holly,
   Fa la la la la, la la la la.