Was that the elusive Bruce O. ?

Here are three verses, as found in Chappel's Popular Music of the Olden Time, London, circa 1856.

The old year now away is fled,
The new year it is entered;
Then let us now our sins down tread
And joyfully all appear.

Let's merry be this holiday
And let us run with sport and play,
Hang sorrow, let's cast care away--
God send you a happy new year.

Come lads and lasses every one,
Jack, Dom, Dick, Bess, Mary, and Joan,
let's cut the meat unto the bone,
for welcome you need not fear.

And here for good liquor we shall not lack,
It will whet my brains and strengthen my back,
This jolly good cheer it must go to wrack--
God send us a merry new year.

Come give us more liquor when I do call,
I'll drink to each one in this hall,
I hope that so loud I must not bawl,
But unto me lend an ear.

Good fortune to my master send
And to my dame which is our friend,
God bless us all and so I end--
And God send us a happy new year.