Christmas is coming in England dear.
’Tis the gladdest time of all the year;
With the big boar’s head, with the pudding ablaze,
’Tis the merriest one of all our days.
The Waits are singing—the Mummers shout,—
In the great cathedrals the bells ring out.
For rich and poor, for young and old,
The Christmas message is sung and told.
“Peace, peace on earth, good will to men,”
We love to sing it each year again.