Lyrics of the Laba Festival include:
After Laba is New Year.
After drinking Laba porridge, we will take Nian as our task.
Laba ice is not bad to eat.
Whose kitchen chimney smokes first, whose sorghum grows red first.
Laba Laba, frozen off the chin.
In the seventh and eighth year of the twelfth lunar month, the jackdaws, the dogs, and the little people were frozen to death.
Laba, Laba, some, Laba, none, Hazara.
On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, when the New Year is coming, girls will spend money, boys will fire, maids will eat sweet scented osmanthus cakes, and the old man will wear a new felt hat.
Having eaten Laba rice, we will do it in the New Year.
December, the end of the year. Laba is a busy festival.
Drink bean porridge to dispel diseases. Sacrifice to the Kitchen God for peace.
Eating crushed ice can prevent stomach pain. Sweet melon sticks and sweeps the house.