The King

Good health, love and peace
Be all here in this 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) we have cannon and ball
To conquer them all

Old Christmas is past
12 tide is the last
And we bid you adieu
Great joy to the new

And we bid you adieu
Great joy to the new



Credits
Writer(s): Loreena Mckennitt
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