New Year, good-morning! Come and bring Us days that smile and days that sing Out from the drifts of swirling snow That through the mirky midnight blow And clutch with frosty hands and cling.

Hark! how the joy-bells chime and ring Thy birth, and new hope set a-wing. With hands outstretched you come; and so New Year, good-morning!

New courage greets their clamoring— The thought of friends, the thought of spring, Of kindly solace for our woe, Of happiness we’re still to know; We wait your accolade, O King! New Year, good-morning!