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'Twas just before Christmas, I'm off to the woods,
With me youngsters, me dog, and me hatchet;
This year me wife wants a nice Christmas tree,
And he'll better be good or I'll catch it.
I've seen many Christmas's, good ones and bad,
And one thing that's always contentious,
Is traipsin' around in the woods for a tree,
That meets the okay of me missus.
It's a wonder there's half as much peace and good will,
With this misery, this swearin' and cursin';
With snow down your neck and you're chock to your chin,
And you knows he's no good 'fore you cuts 'en.
You'll say that one's too skinny and that one's too short,
Another one's straggly and topless;
This one is crooked with scarcely a limb,
'Tis the same old story each Christmas.
Well, one year I done it, I got us a spruce,
And dried out already you knows now;
And when ever a mummer would plank his foot down,
Filled the parlour right chock full of pin boughs.
So I starts to thinkin' I'd give it all up,
Get a stick and some boughs and I'd build one;
Sure when t'was stuck up in the carner and trimmed,
Looked sure all the world like a growed one.
With a white-coated angel quad down on the top,
Tied on so the whole works won't tumble;
With a javex-jar Santa Claus winkin' his eye,
In the kitchen I could still hear her grumble.
Sure that one's too spindly with two or three tops,
Got neer bough at all on the winnard;
It must be a juniper this time you got,
It gets worse and worse every Christmas.
So one thing I've learned about cuttin' a tree,
Must be better than last year's or match it;
So forever each Christmas I'll be off to the woods,
With me youngsters, me dog, and me hatchet.
She'll say that one's too skinny and that one's too short,
Another one's straggly and topless;
This one is crooked with scarcely a limb,
'Tis the same old story each Christmas.
It gets harder and harder each Christmas.
Recorded by Simani on their second Christmas album, Ooh! Christmas Tree.
See more Christmas songs from Newfoundland and Labrador.
From the Dictionary Of Newfoundland English:
Mummer — elaborately costumed and disguised person who participates in various group activities at Christmas.
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(D)'Twas just before (A)Christmas, I'm off to the (D)woods,
With me youngsters, me dog, and me (A) hatchet;
(G)This year me wife wants a (A)nice Christmas (D)tree,
And he'll (G)better be (A)good or I'll (D)catch it.
(D)I've seen many (A)Christmas's, good ones and (D)bad,
And one thing that's always con-(A)tentious,
Is (G)traipsin' around in the (A)woods for a (D)tree,
That (G)meets the o-(A)kay of me (D)missus.
(D)It's a wonder there's half as much (A)peace and good (D)will,
With this misery, this swearin' and (A)cursin';
With (G)snow down your neck and you're (A)chock to your (D)chin,
And you (G)knows he's no (A)good 'fore you (D)cuts 'en.
(D)You'll say (G)that one's too skinny and (A)that one's too (D)short,
Another one's straggly and (A)topless;
(G)This one is crooked with (A)scarcely a (D)limb,
'Tis the (G)same old (A)story each (D)Christmas.
[Play last two lines again.]
(D)Well, one year I (A)done it, I got us a (D)spruce,
And dried out already you (A)knows now;
And when (G)ever a mummer would (A)plank his foot (D)down,
Filled the (G)parlour right (A)chock full of (D)pin boughs.
(D)So I starts to (A)thinkin' I'd give it all (D)up,
Get a stick and some boughs and I'd (A)build one;
Sure (G)when t'was stuck up in the (A)carner and (D)trimmed,
Looked (G)sure all the (A)world like a (D)growed one.
(D)With a white coated (A)angel quad down on the (D)top,
Tied on so the whole works won't (A)tumble;
With a (G)javex-jar Santa Claus (A)winkin' his (D)eye,
In the (G)kitchen I could (A)still hear her (D)grumble.
(G)Sure that one's too spindly with (A)two or three (D)tops,
Got neer bough at all on the (A)winnard;
It (G)must be a juniper (A)this time you (D)got,
It (G)gets worse and (A)worse every (D)Christmas.
(D)So one thing I've learned about (A)cuttin' a (D)tree,
Must be better than last year's or (A)match it;
So for-(G)ever each Christmas I'll be (A)off to the (D)woods,
With me (G)youngsters, me (A)dog, and me (D)hatchet.
(G)She'll say that one's too skinny and (A)that one's too (D)short,
Another one's straggly and (A)topless;
(G)This one is crooked with (A)scarcely a (D)limb,
'Tis the (G)same old (A)story each (D)Christmas.
It gets (G)harder and (A)harder each (D)Christmas.
~ Chords contributed by Herman ~
