Jolly old Saint Nicholas

Jolly old Saint Nicholas,
Lan 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.

 

When the clock is striking twelve,
when I’m fast asleep.
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.

 

Johnny wants a pair of skates,
Susy wants a dolly.
Nellie wants a story book,
she thinks dolls are folly.
As for me, my little brain
isn’t very bright.
Choose for me, old Santa Claus,
what you think is right.

 

Tekst: Ukjent
Melodi: James Lord Pierpont

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