Words
Chorus:
Past three a’clock, (breath) and a cold frosty morning (no breath)
Past three a’clock, (breath) good morrow masters all
All:
We tramp the cold ways through rime coated heather, to sing in the new we brave this cold weather
Sop:
The dark of the year, pray light soon returning, we come this cold morn, with candle bright burning
Alto:
With holly and ivy, hope we are bringing, and such joyful noise in harmony singing
Tenor:
Our boot leather’s thin, but none are complaining, for days will grow long, as darkness is waning
Bass:
Our bellies and pockets are painfully empty, so bring out your beer, and mince pies a plenty
All:
All nature fast sleeps, an icy grip strengthens, but soon comes the warmth with each day that lengthens