Jolly old Saint Nicholas lean your ear this way Don't you tell a single soul what I'm going to say
When the clock is striking tvelve when I'm fast alseep 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.
Jolly old Saint Nicholas lean your ear this way Don't you tell a single soul what I'm going to say Christmas Eve is coming soon now you dear old man Whisper what you'll bring to me tell me if you can.