

The fire's lit in the old pub tonight.
The windows glow with a warm gold light.
There's holly hung on the beams so low.
And the Kentish
ale is on the flow.
The fiddler's tuning in the corner there.
Old Tom's got his best seat by the stair.
The hop-pickers' tales are told once more.
And someone's singing by the door.
So raise your glass for a Kentish Christmas.
Sing it loud from the Downs to the sea.
Hearts are warm and the ale is flowing.
There's room for everyone here with me.
We've got oysters from the Whitstable shore.
Mince pies and cheese and plenty more.
The landlord's grinning, the dog's asleep.
The snow is falling soft and deep.
Here's to the farmers and the fishermen.
Here's to the friends we're glad to have again.
Here's to the ones who couldn't be here.
We'll drink to them with a Christmas cheer.
So raise your glass for a Kentish Christmas.
Sing it loud from the Downs to the sea.
Hearts are warm and the ale is flowing.
There's room for everyone here with me.
The clock strikes twelve and the bells ring clear.
Another year, and we're all still here.
Arm in arm in a circle wide.
Kent at Christmas, all inside.
So raise your glass for a Kentish Christmas.
Sing it loud from the Downs to the sea.
Hearts are warm and the ale is flowing.
There's room for everyone here with me.
There's room for everyone here with me.
Merry Christmas, Kent.
Cheers, everyone.