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Here comes old Father Christmas

Our dedicated Team have put together a song for Christmas to help raise funds for this historic Music Hall!

Buy our charity Christmas single!
"Here Comes Old Father Christmas"
Sung by the Panopticon Warblers accompanied by Gladstone's Bag.
Only 99p!

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  4. click download icon at top of page.

Any problem with your download, please email us at [email protected] and we will send you the mp3 file.

All proceeds go to the Britannia Panopticon campaign, to keep alive the world's oldest surviving music hall.

"Here Comes Old Father Christmas" is one of the first commercial Christmas songs, written and performed by music hall star, Harry Champion in 1915 who is more known for his songs, "Any old Iron", "Boiled beef and carrots" and " I'm Henery the eighth I am". He also performed at this very Music Hall in 1893!

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Here comes old Father Christmas Lyrics

Hush, my children. It's Christmas Eve, so finish up all your play.
Think of going to bye-bye now. Tomorrow is Christmas Day.
Get your nighties and climb the stair.
Kiss your mummy and say your prayer.
An angel creeps in unaware
To banish your cares away.
When you wake up in the morning light, it will fill your heart with glee.
Plenty of toys for the girls and boys on a ragtime Christmas tree.

Chorus: Here comes old Father Christmas.
Pop into your cosy bed.
All aboard for dreamland!
Cover your curly head.
Daddy'll blow the light out,
So 'ang up your tiny socks,
And when you're asleep,
Down the chimney 'e'll creep, And you'll all have a Christmas box.

Don't dare open your eyes at all. The minute that you're in bed,
All you'll see in the dreadful gloom, a horrible ghost instead.
Father Christmas, you may be sure,
Loves the kiddies both rich and poor.
He brings you bonbons in galore,
All yellow and pink and red.
Plenty of holly and mistletoe when he empties out the toys,
A horse and a doll for Willie and Paul and a rattle for baby joy.

Chorus: Here comes old Father Christmas.
Pop into your cosy bed.
All aboard for dreamland!
Cover your curly head.
Daddy'll blow the light out,
So 'ang up your tiny socks,
And when you're asleep,
Down the chimney 'e'll creep,
And you'll all have a Christmas box.

Chorus: Here comes old Father Christmas.
Pop into your cosy bed.
All aboard for dreamland!
Cover your curly head.
Daddy'll blow the light out,
So 'ang up your tiny socks,
And when you're asleep,
Down the chimney 'e'll creep,
And you'll all have a Christmas box.

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