O Little Town Of Bethlehem


O little town of Downalong

How still you'd like to lie

But locals weep and get no sleep

As rowdy ems go by

Yet in thy dark streets shineth

The everlasting light

Good friends and beers for all the years

Are in The Sloop tonight


For we're going to have a lock-in

And gathered all above

While emmets sleep the angels keep

Their watch of wondering love

O morning stars together

Proclaim the holy birth

In Halsetown, Hayle and Carbis Bay

And even in St. Erth!


How silently, how silently

The wondrous gift is given

The Tamar bridge is closed tonight

The emmets stuck in Devon

No way that they'll be coming

And in  this world of sin

Where locals will receive it still

Doom Bar comes flowing in


Where children pure and happy

Are not known to exist

They're sometimes rude and sometimes crude

And very often pissed

Where society stands watching

As employers rob the poor

They'll one day rise and with vengeful eyes

Come kicking down their door


O holy town of Downalong

Remain with us we pray

Cast out the snobs and drunken yobs

And we'll all shout hooray

We hear the Christmas angels

The great glad tidings tell

We can spend our lives in nice St. Ives

While the emmets go to hell*


[* Or, as it is more commonly referred to, Birmingham]

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