Here we come a-waffling, Among the snow and pine; Here we come a-seeking, Waffles so divine. Love and joy come to you, And to your breakfast spread, And God bless you and send you, Waffles white and red! Good master and good mistress, As you sit down to sup; We've journeyed far to praise you, And drain your syrup cup. Love and joy come to you, And to your breakfast spread, And God bless you and send you, Waffles white and red! We are not daily beggars, That live from door to door; But we are honest waffle-fans, And love the taste of more. The syrup pure and golden, From the Maple leaf's deep heart, We'll pour it in the valleys, Before we make our start! Call up the hungry household, And tell them not to fear; For we are here for seconds, And for the whole New Year. We hope your plate's not empty, We hope your jug is filled, And if there is no butter, Our appetites are killed!