Fum, Fum, Fum/Pat-a-Pan

On December five and twenty fum, fum, fum. On December five and twenty, fum, fum fum. Oh, a child was born this night So rosy white, so rosy white Son of Mary, virgin holy In a stable, mean and lowly, fum, fum, fum. On December five and twenty fum, fum, fum. On December five and twenty fum, fum, fum. Comes a most important day Let us be gay, let us be gay. We go first to church and then we Have the sweetest buns and candy, fum, fum, fum, fum, fum. God will send us days of feasting fum, fum, fum. God will send us days of feasting fum, fum, fum. Both in hot months and in cold for young and old, for young and old. We will tell the holy story Ever singing of his glory, fum, fum, fum. Willie, bring your little drum, Robin take your flute and come! When we hear the music bright we will sing Noel this night, When we hear the fife and drum, Christmas should be frolicsome. Thus the men of olden days for the King of Kings to praise, When they heard the fife and drum, ture-lure-lu, pata-pata-pan, When they hear the fife and drum, sure, our children won't be dumb. God and man are now become more at one than fife and drum. When you hear the fife and drum, ture-lure-lu, pata-pata-pan, When you hear the fife and drum, dance and make the village hum.