Traditional - The King - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Joy, health, love and peace
 be all here in this place.
 By your leave we will sing
 concerning our king.
 
 Our king is well dressed
 in silks of the best,
 in ribbons so rare
 no king can compare.
 
 We have travelled many miles
 over hedges and stiles,
 in search of our king.
 Unto you we bring.
 
 We have powder and shot
 to conquer the lot.
 We have cannon and ball
 to conquer them all.
 
 Old Christmas is past,
 Twelfth Night is the last,
 and we bid you adieu
 great joy to the new!