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Care is but a broken bubble,

        Trill the carol, troll the catch;

Sooth, we'll cry, "A truce to trouble!"

        Mirth and mistletoe shall match.

                Happy folly! we'll be jolly!

                        Who'd be melancholy now?

                With a "Hey, the holly! Ho, the holly!"

                        Polly hangs the holly bough.

Laughter lurking in the eye, sir,

        Pleasure foots it frisk and free.

He who frowns or looks awry, sir,

        Faith, a witless wight is he!

                Merry folly! what a volley

                        Greets the hanging of the bough!

                With a "Hey, the holly! Ho, the holly!"

                        Who'd be melancholy now?