May all the best of feeling know,
The custom of the Mistletoe!
Spread out the laurel and the bay,
For chimney-piece and window gay:
Scour the brass gear—a shining row,
And holly place with Mistletoe.
Married and single, proud and free,
Yield to the season, trim with glee;
Time will not stay—he cheats us, so—
A kiss?—’tis gone! the Mistletoe.