Ghost Of Christmas

Anchored in Guanab'ra Bay Rowing ashore most curious The mouth of the Rio de Janeiro Home to the Tupi Temiminós From the cornucopia Of Verzin's fair utopia The wealth of God's grand grace is splayed For daily needs and worthwhile trade Merry Christmas Ye five who run Your grand journey Has but begun Ghost of Christmas number one Merry Christmas Ye five who run Your grand journey Has but begun Ghost of Christmas number one Conceived by 'leven thousand virgins Three born from this grand island's core And with this miraculous emergence The Magnus Sinus is no more Tomorrow was like yesterday Same sun, same sky, same nebulae Set in the welkin's nocturnal gloss Four gemstones set like our Lord's cross Merry Christmas As ye three crews Have penance done And more yet must do Sprite of Yuletide number two Merry Christmas As ye three crews Have penance done And more yet must do Sprite of Yuletide number two Barely left the Moluccas Trinidad in dir' distress Thus our figure of good fortune Swells o'er nine months of loneliness Merry Christmas Your lone sails swell From the Banda Sea Back home through Hell Hear the Ghost of Christmas See the Sprite of Yuletide Feel the Phantom of the third Noël