Deck the halls with boughs of holly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
I’ll spend Christmas time with Molly
Fa la la la
la, la la la la.
It should be the season to be jolly
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
But I’ve just realized my folly
Fa-la-la,
la-la-la, la-la-la.
Stab me in
the heart with holly
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Dad has run away with Molly
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Stuff the turkey’s arse with holly
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
There’s no reason to be jolly,
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
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