[Verse 1: MC A] Yo, it’s Christmas time, snow’s fallin’ deep, Knocks on the door, not a sound from the street. But wait, who’s there with a laugh and a lurch? It’s the mummers, buys, bringin’ joy to the perch! Faces covered up, who’s who—don’t know, They’re stompin’ through the kitchen, puttin’ on a show. Diggin’ in the cupboards for the whiskey stash, Mummers’ Screech in the glass—let’s clash! [Hook] (Mummers’ Screech!) Raise it high, take a sip, (Mummers’ Screech!) Burns the throat, let it rip! (Mummers’ Screech!) For the buys, for the cheer, Newfoundland’s finest, it’s the drink of the year! [Verse 2: MC B] Yo, they’re jiggin’ in the kitchen, makin’ the floor shake, Dancin’ to the spoons, passin’ on the fruitcake. Everyone’s laughin’, havin’ a time, While the leftover whiskey flows like a rhyme. Screech on the table, mummers takin’ a shot, Faces turn red—oh boy, it’s hot! From the harbor to the hills, it’s a Newfie delight, Mummers’ Screech, it’s the star of the night! [Hook] (Mummers’ Screech!) Raise it high, take a sip, (Mummers’ Screech!) Burns the throat, let it rip! (Mummers’ Screech!) For the buys, for the cheer, Newfoundland’s finest, it’s the drink of the year! [Bridge: Scratches & Breakbeat] DJ scratches: "Mummers... Screech... Sip!" Leftover whiskey, saved for the crew, You know what to do when the mummers come through. Masks on tight, the tradition’s alive, With every glass raised, the spirit survives! [Verse 3: MC C] Yo, it’s not just the drink; it’s the heart of the land, Welcomin’ the neighbors with a shake of the hand. Mummers bring the joy, the laughter, the song, And the Screech keeps us dancin’ all night long. Every knock on the door is a promise of cheer, A little bit of mischief, but it’s all sincere. So here’s to the mummers, the masks, and the feast, And a toast to the Screech—the pride of the east! [Hook] (Mummers’ Screech!) Raise it high, take a sip, (Mummers’ Screech!) Burns the throat, let it rip! (Mummers’ Screech!) For the buys, for the cheer, Newfoundland’s finest, it’s the drink of the year! [Outro: All Together] Yo, the mummers bring life to the long winter nights, With Screech in their cups and their lantern lights. Newfoundland’s heart in every clink of the glass, Mummers’ Screech—may the tradition last! (Fade out with jig-inspired scratches and a stomping beat)
