We'll have a good old Newfie Christmas alright,
And we won't go home until we're all half tight;
Well, there'll be moonshine and home brew,
Newfie screech and Black Horse, too,
A good old Newfie Christmas alright.
Well, John will start with the lead guitar, and Wolfie on the drums,
Keith will join in with the bass and I'll just strum along;
Donny will play the squeezebox, the fiddle and mandolin;
We'll drink and play till the break of day, and then we'll start again.
We'll have a good old Newfie Christmas alright,
Well, we won't go home until we're all half tight;
There'll be moonshine and home brew,
Newfie screech and Black Horse, too,
A good old Newfie Christmas alright.
[Alright, Donny!]
[Oh, yeah, Donny!] [And here's Johnny!]
What a pot of stew's upon the stove, and a turkey on the table;
We'll drink and eat and dance and sing until we are unable;
When everyone has had his fill we'll walk out through door,
And when the next day rolls around, we'll swear we'll drink no more.
We'll have a good old Newfie Christmas alright,
Well, we won't be home until we're all half tight;
There'll be moonshine and home brew,
Newfie screech and Black Horse, too,
A good old Newfie Christmas alright.
We'll have a good old Newfie Christmas alright,
And we won't go home until we're all half tight;
There'll be moonshine and home brew,
Newfie screech and Black Horse, too,
A good old Newfie Christmas alright.
Yes, a good old Newfie Christmas alright.