The trees are all bare, not a leaf to be seen
The meadows, the beauty has lost

Now winter has come and is cold for man and beast
And the streams they are
And the streams they are all frost-bound down with frost

T'was down in the farmyard where the oxen feed on straw
They send for their breath like steam

Sweet Betsy, the milk maid, now quickly she must go
For flakes of ice she finds
Flakes of ice she finds a-floating on her cream

'Tis now all the small birds do the barn-door fly for food
And gently they rest on the spray

Oh down the plantation the hares just search for food
And if their foot steps sure
If their foot steps sure for fear they do betray

Now Christmas has come and soon our song is almost done
For soon will be the passing of their years

So fill up your glasses and let your hair grow round
For I wish you all
I wish you all a joyful new year
For I wish you all
I wish you all a joyful new year