a formal announcement I should go on television to acknowledge

Amid the snow the birds are fed,

The snow lies deep on lawn and lea,

The skies are shining overhead,

The robin's tame that was so free.

Far North, at home, the 'barley bree'

They brew; they give the hour to folly,

How 'Rab and Allan cam to pree,'

They sing, we sing Heigh-ho, the Holly!