From the recording The Ghosts of Christmas Past


Down with the rosemary and bays Down with the mistletoe Instead of holly now up-raise The greener box for show Thus times and seasons oft do shift Each thing his turn doth hold New thoughts and things now do succeed As former things grow old The holly hitherto did sway Let box now domineer Until the dancing Easter day Or Easter’s Eve appear Then youthful box which now hath grace Your houses to renew Grown old, surrender must his place Unto the crisped yew When yew is out, the birch comes in And many flowers beside Both of a fresh and fragrant kin To honor Whitsuntide Green rushes then and sweetest bents With cooler oaken boughs Come in for comely ornaments To re-adorn the house