Trees are all bare.

(1)

The trees are all bare, not a leaf to be seen

And the meadows their beauty have lost.

Oh Winter is come and ’tis cold for man and beast,

And the streams they are all,

And the streams they are all,

fast bound down with frost.

(2)

’Twas down in the farmyard where the oxen feed on hay,

They send forth their breath like the steam.

Sweet Betsy the milkmaid so swiftly she must run,

For flakes of ice she finds,

For flakes of ice she finds

a-floating on her cream.

(3)

’Tis now all the small birds to the barn-door fly for food

And so gently they rest on each spray.

A-down the plantation the hares do search for food,

And lift their footsteps sure,

And lift their footsteps sure,

for fear they do betray.

(4)

Oh Christmas is come and our song is almost done

For we soon shall have the turn of the year.

So fill up your glasses and let your health go round,

For we wish you all,

For we wish you all,

a joyful New Year.