Many a maiden’s cheek is red
By lips and laughter thither led;
And fluttering bosoms come and go
Under the Druid Mistletoe.
Dear is the memory of a theft
When love and youth and joy are left;
The passion’s blush, the rose’s glow,
Accept the Cupid Mistletoe.
Oh, happy, tricksome time of mirth,
Giv’n to the stars of sky and earth!