ADDITIONAL PIECES

Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minced pies, and roast beef.

All travellers, as they do pass on their way,

At gentlemen's halls are invited to stay,

Themselves to refresh, and their horses to rest,

Since that he must be Old Christmas's guest;

Nay, the poor shall not want, but have for relief,

Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minced pies, and roast beef.

CHRISTMAS CAROL

As Joseph was a-waukin'

He heard an angel sing,

"This night shall be the birthnight

Of Christ our heavenly King.

"His birth-bed shall be neither

In housen nor in hall,

Nor in the place of paradise,

But in the oxen stall.

"He neither shall be rockèd

In silver nor in gold,

But in the wooden manger

That lieth in the mould.

"He neither shall be washen

With white wine nor with red,

But with the fair spring water

That on you shall be shed.

"He neither shall be clothèd

In purple nor in pall,

But in the fair, white linen

That usen babies all."

As Joseph was a-waukin',

Thus did the angel sing,

And Mary's son at midnight

Was born to be our King.

Then be you glad, good people,

At this time of the year;

And light you up your candles,

For His star it shineth clear.

"IN EXCELSIS GLORIA"

When Christ was born of Mary free,

In Bethlehem, in that fair citie,

Angels sang there with mirth and glee,

In Excelsis Gloria!

Herdsmen beheld these angels bright,

To them appearing with great light,

Who said, "God's Son is born this night,"

In Excelsis Gloria!

This King is come to save mankind,

As in Scripture truths we find,

Therefore this song have we in mind,

In Excelsis Gloria!

Then, dear Lord, for Thy great grace,

Grant us the bliss to see Thy face,

That we may sing to Thy solace,

In Excelsis Gloria!

THE BOAR'S HEAD CAROL

(Sung at Queen's College, Oxford.)

The boar's head in hand bear I,

Bedecked with bays and rosemary;

And I pray you, my masters, be merry,

Quot estis in convivio.

Caput apri defero

Reddens laudes domino

The boar's head, as I understand,

Is the rarest dish in all this land,

Which thus bedeck'd with a gay garland

Let us servire cantico.

Caput apri defero

Reddens laudes domino

Our steward hath provided this

In honour of the King of bliss;

Which on this day to be served is

In Reginensi Atrio.

Caput apri defero

Reddens laudes domino

CHRISTMAS CAROL

Listen, lordings, unto me, a tale I will you tell;

Which, as on this night of glee, in David's town befell.

Joseph came from Nazareth with Mary, that sweet maid;

Weary were they nigh to death, and for a lodging prayed.

In the inn they found no room; a scanty bed they made;

Soon a babe, an angel pure, was in the manger laid.

Forth He came, as light through glass, He came to save us all.

In the stable, ox and ass before their Maker fall.

Shepherds lay afield that night to keep the silly sheep,

Hosts of angels in their sight came down from Heaven's high steep:—

Tidings! tidings unto you! to you a child is born,

Purer than the drops of dew, and brighter than the morn!

Onward then the angels sped, the shepherds onward went,—

God was in His manger bed; in worship low they bent.

In the morning see ye mind, my masters one and all,

At the altar Him to find, who lay within the stall.

Chorus.

Sing high, sing low,

Sing to and fro,

Go tell it out with speed,

Cry out and shout,

All round about,

That Christ is born indeed!

Pray whither sailed those ships all three

On Christmas day in the morning?

Oh, they sailed into Bethlehem

On Christmas day, on Christmas day;

Oh, they sailed into Bethlehem

On Christmas day in the morning.

And all the bells on earth shall ring

On Christmas day, on Christmas day;

And all the bells on earth shall ring

On Christmas day in the morning.

And all the angels in heaven shall sing

On Christmas day, on Christmas day;

And all the angels in heaven shall sing

On Christmas day in the morning.

And all the souls on earth shall sing

On Christmas day, on Christmas day;

And all the souls on earth shall sing

On Christmas day in the morning.

Then let us all rejoice amain

On Christmas day, on Christmas day;

Then let us all rejoice amain

On Christmas day in the morning.

A CHRISTMAS INSURRECTION

ANNE P.L. FIELD

In the hush of a shivery Christmas-tide dawn

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

Three small frozen figures hung stiff and forlorn

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

Three dim ghostly forms in the glimmering gray

Locked up in dark cold storage quarters were they

Awaiting the coming of glad Christmas day

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

Suspended each one from a hickory twig

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

A turkey, a goose, and a little fat pig

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

With chestnuts the turkey was garnished and stuffed

With onions and sage was the goose-carcass puffed,

While piggy was spiced, and his neck was beruffed

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

Three spirits regretful were hovering near

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

"Look!" gobbled the turkey's, "what tragedy's here!"

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

"For this did they tempt me with fattening food,

For this did I bring up my beautiful brood,

I always thought farmers uncommonly rude!"

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

The goose spirit trembled, then hissingly said

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

"Most men care for nothing except to be fed!"

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

"What horror is this, filled with onions and sage

To be served on a platter at my tender age!

'Tis enough any well-disposed fowl to enrage!"

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

The phantom pig grunted, "Do please look at that!"

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

"Oh! why did I grow up so rosy and fat!"

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

"They put in my mouth a sweet, juicy corncob

Just when of sensations my palate they rob,

Do you wonder such sights make a spirit-pig sob!"

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

Conferring, the spirits resolved on a plan

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

By which to wreak vengeance on merciless man

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

"We'll each disagree with the human inside,

We'll cause indigestion and damage his pride,

And the pains of this Christmas we'll spread far and wide!"

Sing hey! sing ho! heigho!

THE NIGHT AFTER CHRISTMAS

ANNE P.L. FIELD

Twas the night after Christmas in Santa-Claus land

And to rest from his labors St. Nicholas planned.

The reindeer were turned out to pasture and all

The ten thousand assistants discharged till the fall.

The furry great-coat was laid safely away

With the boots and the cap with its tassel so gay,

And toasting his toes by a merry wood fire,

What more could a weary old Santa desire?

So he puffed at his pipe and remarked to his wife,

"This amply makes up for my strenuous life!

From climbing down chimneys my legs fairly ache,

But it's well worth the while for the dear children's sake.

I'd bruise every bone in my body to see

The darlings' delight in a gift-laden tree!"

Just then came a sound like a telephone bell—

Though why they should have such a thing I can't tell—

St. Nick gave a snort and exclaimed in a rage,

"Bad luck to inventions of this modern age!"

He grabbed the receiver—his face wore a frown

As he roared in the mouth-piece, "I will not come down

To exchange any toys like an up-to-date store,

Ring off, I'll not listen to anything more!"

Then he settled himself by the comforting blaze

And waxed reminiscent of halcyon days

When children were happy with simplest of toys:

A doll for the girls and a drum for the boys—

But again came that noisy disturber of peace

The telephone bell—would the sound never cease?

"Run and answer it, wife, all my patience has fled,

If they keep this thing up I shall wish I were dead!

I have worked night and day the best part of a year

To supply all the children, and what do I hear—

A boy who declares he received roller-skates

When he wanted a gun—and a cross girl who states

That she asked for a new Victor talking machine

And I brought her a sled, so she thinks I am 'mean!'"

Poor St. Nicholas looked just the picture of woe,

He needed some auto-suggestion, you know,

To make him think things were all coming out right,

For he didn't get one wink of slumber that night!

The telephone wire was kept sizzling hot

By children disgusted with presents they'd got,


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