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Joy, health, love, and 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
With the 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 for to conquer the lot
We have cannon and ball to conquer them all

Now Christmas is past. Twelfth Night is the last
And we bid you adieu, great joy to the new.

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