Jolly Old St Nicholas
Lean your ear this way
Don't you tell a single soul
What I'm gunna say
Christmas Eve is coming soon;
Now, my dear old man,
whisper what you'll bring to me;
Tell me if you can.
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When the clock is striking twelve,
When I'm fast asleep,
Down the chimney broad and black,
With your pack you'll creep;
All the stockings you will find
Hanging in a row;
Mine will be the shortest one,
You'll be sure to know.
Billy wants a pair of skates;
Susy wants a sled;
Nellie wants a picture book;
Yellow, blue , and red;
Now I think I'll leave to you,
What to give the rest;
Choose for me, dear Santa Claus,
You will know the best.