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OUR FAMILIAR SONGS. |
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When winter cold brought Christmas old, he
opened house to all, And, though three score and ten his years, he
featly led the ball; Nor was the houseless wanderer then driven from
the hall, For, while he feasted all the great, he ne'er forgot
the small —
Like a fine old English gentleman, all of the olden time. |
But time, though old, is strong in flight, and years roll'd swiftly by,
When autumn's falling leaf foretold this poor old man must die!
He laid him down right tranquilly, gave up life's latest sigh,
While heavy sadness fell around, and tears bedewed each eye —
For this good old English gentleman, all of the olden time. |
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