The roads are very dirty, my boots are very clean, l have a little pocket to put a penny in, Knock at the knocker, ring at the bell, Please give me a copper because I've sung so well. All through the Yule, it bloweth cool, and frost doth grip the fingers, It nips the nose and numbs the toes of we your carol singers We think to spell good news noel and eke a wonder story The virgin mild hath born the child e'en of king and glory We come to tell how once o'er dell and down in winter weather Led with a star from lands afar there rode three kings together Through snow or sleet we pace the street fair sirs with right good reason To wish you all both great and small the blessing of the season.