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Jolly old Saint Nicholas |
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lean your ear this way |
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Don't you tell a single soul |
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what I'm going to say |
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Christmas Eve is coming soon |
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now you dear old man |
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Whisper what you'll bring to me, |
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tell me if you can |
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When the clock is striking twelve, |
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when I'm fast asleep |
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Down the chimney broad and black |
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with your pack you'll creep |
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All the stockings you will |
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find hanging in a row |
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Mine will be the shortest one |
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you'll be sure to know |
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Johnny wants a pair of skates |
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Susie wants a dolly |
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Nelly wants a storybook, |
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she thinks dolls are folly |
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As for me my little brain isn't very bright |
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Choose for me old Santa Claus |
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what you think is right |
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Jolly old Saint Nicholas lean |
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your ear this way |
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Don't you tell a single soul |
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what I'm going to say |
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Christmas Eve is coming soon |
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now you dear old man |
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Whisper what you'll bring to me, |
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tell me if you can |
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Tell me if you can |
