Jingle bells, jingle bells, Alexandra all the way.
Oh, what risk it is to ride to Worcester far away.
Jingle bells, number swell, we need A and E,
Not in just one hospital
In two or even three.

Dashing through the snow,
Lights flash, sirens blow,
Forty minutes still to go,
Worcester's far away.

Oh what pain we'd have,
We might even die,
With twice as many of us to see,
How will you meet supply?