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Let me fill you a song from the old country To get your feet to tappin', to warm the cockles of your heart While at the window Jack Frost's a-rappin' The rhythmic beat of the barrin' will set ye limbs on fire It'll fill ye heart with yew-tide cheer Raisin' ye spirits high There's nothing quite like a rose in Irish air To chase away the wintry blues To warm the blood and flush ye cheeks And breathe a life into ye dancing shoes So take ye partners for a twirl Neath the verdant Christmas fair With twinkling lights and candles aglow Yule and pipes will cause a stir The sea may rage and the wind blow bleak But the music makes the eyes shine And chases away the heavy hearts Along with the muck of all the wine For the beloved old tunes are the best Even children and wee doggers can't resist The music of our land will live for many a year As precious memories for humanities are kissed