Let the mummers in, Ma, let the mummers in,
It's Christmas time in Newfoundland so let the mummers in.
There's five of them at the door, Ma, 'cordion and a fiddle,
I don't know who they are, Ma, it's kind of a Christmas riddle.
So let the mummers in, Ma, let the mummers in,
Christmas comes but once a year, so let the mummers in.
Ma says come on in, boys, don't ever lift your masks,
Just wipe your feet on the mat, boys, that's all that mother asks;
Get out the cake and syrup, Ma, and the rabbit stew,
Open up a bottle of screech, and a keg of me home brew.
Let the mummers in, Ma, let the mummers in,
Christmas comes but once a year, so let the mummers in.
I know it's you, Al Penney, although you wear that wig,
Keep the strap off your 'cordion and play us a little jig.
Let the mummers in, Ma, let the mummers in,
We got till old Christmas Day, so let the mummers in.