It wouldn't be Yule without the all-night dance, now, would it?
Hoo-ray Jake and hoo-ray John,
breakin' old Yule up all night long.
Way back yonder a long time ago,
the old folks danced the do-si-do.
Hey little children, off to bed:
you'll wake up with ginger bread.
Way down yonder along the creek,
I saw Berhta washin' her feet.
Berhta come, Berhta gone:
breakin' old Yule up right along.
Roll up the rug and dance all night,
stay with me till mornin' light.
Pitch a nickle, pitch a dime,
breakin' old Yule up one more time.