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The times were ne'er good since Old Christmas was
fled, And all hospitality hath been so dead, No mirth at our festivals late did appear, They scarcely would part with a cup of March beer ; But. now you shall have for the ease of your grief, Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roast-beef.
The butler and baker, they now may be glad, The times they are mended, though they have been
bad; The brewer, he likewise may be of good cheer, He shall have good trading for ale and strong beer; All trades shall be jolly, and have for relief, Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roast-beef.
The holly and ivy about the walls wind, And show that we ought to our neighbours be kind, Inviting each other for pastime and sport, And where we best fare, there we most do resort; We fail not of victuals, and that of the chief, Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roast-beef.
The cooks shall be busied by day and by night, In roasting and boiling, for taste and delight; |
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