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that old love I once adored I decked my halls and spread my board At Christmas time. With all the winter's flowers that grow I wreathe my room, and mistletoe Hangs in the gloom of my doorway, Wherein my dear lost love might stray When joy-bells chime.

What phantom was it entered there And drunk his wine and took his chair At Christmas time? With holly boughs and mistletoe He crowned his head, and at my woe And tears I shed laughed long and loud; ‘Cet back, O phantom! to thy shroud When joy-bells chime.’