Heaped be the fagots high,
And the half-burned bough
From last year's revelry
Be litten now!
Brimmed be the posset bowl
For every lusty soul;
And while the maskers rule,
Cry " Noel!" cry " Noel!" down all the halls of Yule!

O eager viols, thrill!
Pipe, hautboys, clear and sweet!
Work your impetuous will,
Ye restless feet!
For every lip — a glass!
For every lad — a lass!
And, ere the ardors cool,
Cry " Noel!" cry " Noel!" down all the halls of Yule!