forswear thin potations

If I had a thousand sons, the first human principle I would teach them should be to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack.

The compliments of the season to you.

When the nations lose their war-sense

And the world gets back its horse-sense

What a day for celebration that will be.

When some body shouts "The fight's up!"

And "It's time to put the lights up!"

Then the first thing to be lit up will be me.

I'm going to get lit-up when the lights go up in London
I'm going to get lit up as I've never been before....

You will find me on the tiles

You will find me wreathed in smiles

I'm going to get so lit up I'll be visible for miles