Health, love and peace be all here in this place
By your leave we shall sing, concerning our King.

Our King is well-dressed in silks of the best
In ribbons so rare no king can compare.

We have travelled many miles over hedges and stiles,
In search of our King unto you we bring.

We have powder and shot to conquer the lot,
We have cannon and ball to conquer them all.

Old Christmas is past, twelve tide is the last
And we bid you adieu, great joy to the new

Losowe piosenki:
Soul Motion
These Days
S.O.S. Rescatame
I See You
Doubly Good To You
The Car That Took My Love Away
For Unto Us
One More Try