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Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan
Willie, take your little drum,
With your whistle, Robin, come.
When we hear the fife and drum,
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan;
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan;
When we hear the fife and drum:
Christmas should be frolicsome.
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan
Thus the men of olden days Loved the King of Kings to praise;
When they hear the fife and drum,
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan;
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan
When they hear the fife and drum: Sure our children won't be dumb!
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan
God and man are now become
More at one than fife and drum.
When you hear the fife and drum,
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan;
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan;
When you hear the fife and drum:
Dance, and make the village hum!
God and man are now become
More at one than fife and drum.
When you hear the fife and drum,
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan;
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan;
Pat-a-pat-a-pan;
When you hear the fife and drum:
Dance, and make the village hum!
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan
Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan
Pat-a-pat-a-pan