God rest Ye merry gentlemen, sleep now while you may
To battle for our Liberty we head at break of day
To save us all from monarchy we march into the fray
Oh tidings of sulphur ahoy, sulphur ahoy
Oh tidings of sulphur ahoy

Scurvy get your big, big drum
Monkey get your fife and come
Let's go sing our boys a song
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan
When we sing now all night long
So their courage won't be gone

God rest Ye merry gentlemen, put wax in both your ears
I hear the pipers nearing with drums and drunk on beer
To stir our rest with Satan's power at the last frontier
Oh tidings of sulphur ahoy, sulphur ahoy
Oh tidings of sulphur ahoy

Three wise men with a donkey lay
For to King of Kings give praise
On the fife and drum they played
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan
On the fife and drum they played
So their hearts were glad and gay
Fear not my brave soldiers, let nothing you affright
Just keep a calm composure and sleep now through the night
Don't drink, don't sing ungodly words of Satan's pow'r and might
Oh tidings of sulphur ahoy, sulphur ahoy
Oh tidings of sulphur ahoy

Scurvy plays the big big drum
While our piper tunes his bong
Aren't they fun to play upon?
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan
When we play our fife and drum
How can anyone be glum

God rest Ye merry gentlemen, sleep now while you may
Scurvy plays the big big drum while our piper tunes
To battle for our Liberty we head at break of day
Oh tidings of sulphur ahoy, sulphur ahoy
Oh tidings of sulphur ahoy