Oh, by gosh, by golly,
It's time for mistletoe and holly,
Tasty pheasants, Christmas presents,
Countryides covered with snow.
Oh, by gosh, by jingle,
It's time for carols and Kris Kringle,
Overeating, merry greetings
From relatives you don't know.
Then comes that big night,
Giving the tree the trim;
You'll hear voices by starlight
Singing a Yuletide hymn.
Oh, by gosh, by golly,
It's time for mistletoe and holly,
Fancy ties an' granny's pies,
An' folks stealin' a kiss or two
As they whisper, "Merry Christmas" to you.