Jingling Bells

At a revel, or a tourney
Dressed in medieval style
In the air there is music and laughter
Swords are flashing, people singing
The event's in full swing
And off in the distance you hear

Chorus:
Jingling bells, tinkling bells
Must be Mac an Ghabhann ladies
Hear them ring, jing-a-ling
Here at the event today

You can hear them from the Troll Booth
And out by the List Field
There's a chiming all over the campsite
In the feast hall and the privies
And down on Merchant's Row
You know House Mac an Ghabhann is here

Chorus

When you see them, don't annoy them
For they're mad as March Hares
And the women are worse than the men are
They'll smile sweetly, speak politely
Put you quite at your ease
But the last sound you hear might well be

Chorus