Merry Yuletide

Through the frosty forest we roam With our keen-edged tools in hand We seek the fairest Christmas tree That shall adorn our land We spy a pine with verdant boughs And spires of tender green We fell it with a gentle stroke And bear it to our scene We mount it on our sledge and speed Back to our cottage warm We plant it in the parlour bright And gaze upon its form We deck it with a glittering store Of baubles, lights, and rings We crown it with a radiant star And bind it with gay strings We cluster round the cheerful hearth And chant our festive songs We bless the Lord for His grace divine And wish each other merry Yule-tide