Miles married them in a sweet ceremony at Marge and Bill

Her love is colder than the clay

This life's most jolly, Amiens said,

Heigh-ho, the Holly! So sang he.

The years may darken as they flee,

And Christmas bring his melancholy:

But round the old mahogany tree

We drink, we sing Heigh-ho, the Holly!

Though some are dead and some are fled