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The court, and the city, and country are glad, Old Christmas is come to cheer up the sad; Broad pieces and guineas about now shall fly, And hundreds be losers by cogging a die, Whilst others are feasting with diet the chief, Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roast-beef.
Those that have no coin at the cards for to play, May sit by the fire, and pass time away, And drink of their moisture contented and free, " My honest good fellow, come, here is to thee !" And when they are hungry, fall to their relief, Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roast-beef.
Young gallants and ladies shall foot it along, Each room in the house to the musick shall throng, Whilst jolly carouses about they shall pass, And each country swain trip about with his lass; Meantime goes the caterer to fetch in the chief, Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc'd pies, and roast-beef.
The cooks and the scullion, who toil in their frocks, Their hopes do depend upon their Christmas box; There is very few that do live on the earth But enjoy at this time either profit or mirth; |
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