Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | ||
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[Crown Winter with green]
Crown Winter with green,
And give him good drink
To physic his spleen
Or ever he think.
And give him good drink
To physic his spleen
Or ever he think.
His mouth to the bowl,
His feet to the fire;
And let him, good soul,
No comfort desire.
His feet to the fire;
And let him, good soul,
No comfort desire.
So merry he be,
I bid him abide:
And merry be we
This good Yuletide.
I bid him abide:
And merry be we
This good Yuletide.
Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | ||