Motley Words

Deck the halls with boughs of holly, Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tis the season to be jolly, Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Fill the mead cup, drain the barrel, Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Troll the ancient Christmas carol, Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

See the flowing bowl before us. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Strike the harp and join the chorus. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Follow me in merry measure. Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
While I tell of beauties’ treasure. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Fast away the old year passes. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Hail the new ye lads and lasses. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Laughing, quaffing all together . Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Heedless of the wind and weather.

(Slow down) Fa-la-la-la-la, (Slow down) la-la-la-la