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Their senses in liquor that's nappy they '11 steep, Though they be afforded to have little sleep ; They still are employed for to dress us in brief, Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roast-beef.
Although the cold weather doth hunger provoke, 'Tis a comfort to see how the chimneys do smoke; Provision is making for beer, ale, and wine, For all that are willing or ready to dine : Then haste to the kitchen, for diet the chief, Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd 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, minc'd pies, and roast-beef.
Now Mock-beggar-hall it no more shall stand empty, But all shall be furnisht with freedom and plenty; The hoarding old misers, who us'd to preserve The gold in their coffers, and see the poor starve, Must now spread their tables, and give them in brief, Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roast-beef. |
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