| All hayle to the days
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| That merite more praise
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| Then all the rest of the year;
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| And welcome the nights,
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| That double delights
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| As well for the poor as the peer:
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| Good fortune attend
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| Each merry man’s friend
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| That doth but the best that he may,
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| Forgetting old wrongs
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| With Carrols and Songs
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| To drive the cold winter away.
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| 2. The Court all in state
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| Now opens her gate
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| And bids a free welcome to most;
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| The City likewise
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| Tho’somewhat precise
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| Doth willingly part with her cost;
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| And yet, by report
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| From City to Court
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| The Countrey gets the day:
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| More Liquor is spent,
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| And better content,
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| To drive the cold winter away.
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| 3. Thus none will allow
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| Of solitude now,
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| But merrily greets the time,
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| To make it appeare
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| Of all the whole yeare
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| That this is accounted the Prime,
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| December is seene
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| Apparel’d in greene
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| And January, fresh as May,
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| Comes dancing along
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| With a cup or a Song
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| To drive the cold winter away.
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| 4. This time of the yeare
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| Is spent in good cheare,
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| Kind neighbours together to meet
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| To sit by the fire,
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| With friendly desire
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| Each other in love to greet:
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| Old grudges forgot
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| Are put in a pot,
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| All sorrows aside they lay;
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| The old and the young
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| Doth carrol this Song,
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| To drive the cold winter away.
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| 5. To maske and to mum
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| Kind neighbours will come
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| With Wassels of nut-browne Ale,
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| To drinke and carouse
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| To all in this house,
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| As merry as buck in the pale;
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| Where cake, bread and cheese,
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| Is brought for your fees
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| To make you the longer stay;
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| The fire to warme
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| Will do you no harme,
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| To drive the cold winter away.
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| 6. When Christmas tide
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| Comes in like a Bride,
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| With Holly and Ivy clad,
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| Twelve dayes in the yeare
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| Much mirth and good cheare
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| In every household is had:
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| The Countrey guise
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| Is then to devise
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| Some gambols of Christmas play;
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| Whereas the yong men do
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| Best that they can to
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| Drive the cold winter away.
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| 7. When white-bearded Frost
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| Hath threatened his worst,
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| And fallen from Branch and Bryer,
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| And time away cals
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| From husbandry hals,
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| And from the good countryman’s fire,
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| Together to go
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| To Plow and to sow,
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| To get us both food and array:
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| And thus with content
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| The time we have spent
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| To drive the cold winter away. |