Be mer­ry all, be mer­ry all,
With hol­ly dress the fes­tive hall,
Prepare the song, the feast, the ball,
To wel­come mer­ry Christ­mas.

And oh! re­mem­ber, gen­tles gay,
For you who bask in for­tune’s ray,
The year is all a ho­li­day,
The poor have on­ly Christ­mas.

When you with vel­vets man­tled o’er,
Defy De­cem­ber’s tem­pests frore,
Oh! spare one gar­ment from your store
To clothe the poor at Christ­mas.

From blaz­ing loads of fu­el, while
Your homes with in­door sum­mer smile,
Oh! spare one fag­got from your pile
To warm the poor at Christ­mas.

When you the cost­ly ban­quet deal
To guests who ne­ver fa­mine feel,
Oh! spare one mor­sel from your meal
To feed the poor at Christ­mas,

When gen­er­ous wine your care con­trols,
And gives new joy to hap­pi­est souls,
Oh! spare one gob­let from your bowls,
To cheer the poor at Christ­mas.

So shall to Heav’n each mirth­ful air
More sweet re­sound than praise or pray­er,
And an­gels in their ca­rols there
Shall bless the rich at Christ­mas.