Joy, health, love & Peace,
Be all here in this place,
By your leave, we will sing,
Concerning our King.

Our king is well dressed,
In the silks of the best,
In ribbons so rare,
No king can compare.

We have travelled many miles
Over hedges and stiles,
In search of our king,
Unto you we bring.

We have powder and shot,
To conquer the lot,
We have cannon and ball,
To conquer them all.

Old Christmas is past,
Twelfth night is the last,
And we bid you adieu,
Great joy to the new.

You can also sing twelfth tide is the last in the last verse. A good song. Have you heard the version by Nowell we sing clear?

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 15-May-02.