Lyrics

By Richard Applebee, Barbados HHH

I saw three dots of flour white On Xmas day, On Xmas day I saw three dots of flour white On Xmas day in the morning

Pray whither did those three dots lead? On Xmas day, On Xmas day Pray, whither did those three dot lead? On Xmas day in the morning

They led me to a check all three, On Xmas day, On Xmas day They lead me to a check, all three On Xmas day in the morning

And tell me please, what saw you there? On Xmas day, On Xmas day And tell me please, what saw you there? On Xmas day in the morning

I saw four-score of hashers lost On Xmas day, On Xmas day I saw four-score of hashers lost On Xmas day in the morning

What didst thou do, O hasher, then? On Xmas day, On Xmas day What didst thou do O hasher, then On Xmas day in the morning

I called the ‘On’ back to the bar On Xmas day, On Xmas day I called the ‘On’ back to the bar On Xmas day in the morning

Then drank I forty seven Banks On Xmas day, on Xmas day Then drank I forty seven Banks On Xmas day in the morning.

So hashers all, rejoice amain On Xmas day, on Xmas day So hashers all, rejoice amain On Xmas day in the morning