To the tune of "Jingle Bells," Rosie sings after her marriage to Sam.
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Dancing in the hall,
In a dress with ribbons gay,
Sam won't let me fall,
Though I twirl away;
Fiddles play their song,
Bringing us delight,
What joy it is to dance along
To that old tune tonight.
Springle-ring, springle-ring, as the fiddles play!
Yule is grand, he holds my hand, though the sky is cold and grey!
Springle-ring, springle-ring, as the fiddles play!
Yule is grand, he holds my hand, though the sky is cold and grey!
A year or two ago,
I thought he might have died
When he went off one night
Into the world so wide.
But he returned a laird,
And quickly he me sought
To ask me if I ever dared
With him to tie the knot.
Springle-ring, springle-ring, as the fiddles play!
Yule is grand, he holds my hand, though the sky is cold and grey!
Springle-ring, springle-ring, as the fiddles play!
Yule is grand, he holds my hand, though the sky is cold and grey!
Springle-ring, springle-ring, as the fiddles play!
Yule is grand, he holds my hand, though the sky is cold and grey!
Springle-ring, springle-ring, as the fiddles play!
Yule is grand, he holds my hand, though the sky is cold and grey!
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