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Verse 
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The mistletoe bough in the olden time 
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Was honoured in many a sacred rhyme 
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By bards and by singers of high degree 
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When cut from its place on the old oak tree 
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By white-robed Druid with golden knife 
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For they thought it a magical Tree of Life 
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And many a promise and holy vow 
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They were solemnly sworn on the mistletoe bough 

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The mistletoe bough in the Norseman's lay 
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Told ever of horrors, and love's dismay 
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When the old blind god, by a sportive blow 
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Laid Balder, the beautiful sun god, low 
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Thenceforth it was deemed an accursed thing 
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But love out of sorrow could victory bring 
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And the tears of Freja are shining now 
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Like the orient, pearls on the mistletoe bough 

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The mistletoe bough on the festive throng 
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Looks down amid echoes of mirthful song 
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Where hearts they make music, as old friends meet 
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Whose pulse keeps the time to the dancer's feet 
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And eyes they are brighter with looks of love 
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Than gems outshining the lamps up above 
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And who is she that will not allow 
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A kiss that's claimed under the mistletoe bough? 

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From the regions of the east 
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There came a strong and handsome beast 
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Slow indeed his paces are 
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None with donkey can compare 
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For the load that he will bear 
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Hail, Sir Donkey, hail 

Outro 
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