Pembrokeshire wren-boys' carol

Joy, 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 the silks of the best;
With the 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
For to conquer the lot;
We have cannon and ball
To conquer them all.

Now Christmas is past,
Twelvetide is at last,
And we bid you adieu;
Great joy to the new.

Words and music traditional. Music arranged by Paul McDowell © 1992.
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