  Come, bring with a noise, My merry, merry boys, The Christmas log to the firing, While my good dame, she Bids ye all be free, And drink to your heart’s desiring. With the last year’s brand Light the new block, and For good success in his spending, On your psalteries play, That sweet luck may Come while the log is a-tending. Drink now the strong beer, Cut the white loaf here, The while the meat is a-shredding; For the rare mince-pie And the plums stand by To fill the paste that’s a-kneading. |
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