Based on "Jingle Bells," sung by Rosie after her marriage to Sam.
Springle-Ring
Dancing in the hall,
In a dress
with ribbons gay,
Sam won't let me fall,
Though I twirl
away;
Fiddles play their song,
Bringing us delight,
What joy
it is to dance along
To that old tune tonight.
Springle-ring,
springle-ring, as the fiddles play!
Yule is grand, he holds my
hand, though the sky is cold and grey!
Springle-ring,
springle-ring, as the fiddles play!
Yule is grand, he holds my
hand, though the sky is cold and grey!
A year or two ago,
I
thought he might have died
When he went off one night
Into the
world so wide.
But he returned a laird,
And quickly he me
sought
To ask me if I ever dared
With him to tie the
knot.
Springle-ring, springle-ring, as the fiddles play!
Yule
is grand, he holds my hand, though the sky is cold and
grey!
Springle-ring, springle-ring, as the fiddles play!
Yule
is grand, he holds my hand, though the sky is cold and
grey!
Springle-ring, springle-ring, as the fiddles play!
Yule
is grand, he holds my hand, though the sky is cold and
grey!
Springle-ring, springle-ring, as the fiddles play!
Yule
is grand, he holds my hand, though the sky is cold and grey!