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On beds of down our dandies lay,
And waste the cheerful morn,
While our squires of old would rouse the day
To the sound of the bugle horn.
And their wives took care
The feast to prepare;
For when they left the plain,
Oh, ‘twas merry in the hall,
The beards wagged all,
We shall never see the like again,
We shall never see the like again.
‘Twas then the Christmas tale was told
Of goblin, ghost, or fairy,
And they cheered the hearts of the tenants old
With a cup of good canary;
And they each took a smack
At the cold black jack,
Till the fire burned in their brain;—
Oh, ‘twas merry in the hall,
The beards wagged all—
May we all see the like again,
May we all see the like again.
