Joy, health, love and peace. Be all here in one place; By your leave, we will sing, Concerning our King. Our king is well dressed, In silks of the best; In 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, To conquer the lot; We have cannon and ball, To conquer them all. Bold Christmas is past, Twelfth night is the last; And we bid you adieu, Brave joy to the new.