The Red and the Mondegreen

Misheard lyrics to Christmas songs are immortalized as mondegreens.

We Three Kings

We three kings of porridge and tar,
(or) We
free kings of Oregon are,
Burying gifts we traverse afar.
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.

Born a king on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him again.
King forever,
seasoned leather,
Over us all to reign.

Marv is mighty bitter, perfumed;
Breathes a life of gathering gloom.
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
 

We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar.
Field and fountain, moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.

Born a king on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring to crown Him again.
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.

Myrrh is mine: Its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom.
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.

 

Mondegreens