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THE NEW YEAR.
Dying, dying, yes he's dying,
Hark! his friends doth crowd around;
See them! lo, they all are crying;
Soon his son shall wear the crown.
Hark! his friends doth crowd around;
See them! lo, they all are crying;
Soon his son shall wear the crown.
Tired and weary are the watchers,
They have watched since early dawn;
Strike the clocks, one hour of midnight,
Soon will dawn the new year's morn.
They have watched since early dawn;
Strike the clocks, one hour of midnight,
Soon will dawn the new year's morn.
Slow the clock ticks on the mantle,
Silent gleams the grate's red light,
Bring him water, he is dying;
Soon the soul will take its flight.
Silent gleams the grate's red light,
Bring him water, he is dying;
Soon the soul will take its flight.
Raise him from his couch, he's sinking!
Bind a wet cloth round his head;
Glared and dazed, his eyes cease blinking,
Hark! the old year he is dead.
Bind a wet cloth round his head;
Glared and dazed, his eyes cease blinking,
Hark! the old year he is dead.
Bring the shroud, the pall, the bearer!
Death hath rent the parting tear,
Slow and solemn comes the carrier,
Comes the son, the new, new, year.
Death hath rent the parting tear,
Slow and solemn comes the carrier,
Comes the son, the new, new, year.
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On his head, the crown of jewels,
That a thousand kings have worn;
Some too well we know were cruel,
Some were careworn and forlorn.
That a thousand kings have worn;
Some too well we know were cruel,
Some were careworn and forlorn.
Mounts he on the monarch's station,
And he smiles with kingly cheer,
As he looks on every nation;
Hark! it is the new, new year.
And he smiles with kingly cheer,
As he looks on every nation;
Hark! it is the new, new year.
Drink his health, and spread the table!
Welcome him with mirth and cheer!
Thanks to God, that we are able,
Thus to see another year.
Welcome him with mirth and cheer!
Thanks to God, that we are able,
Thus to see another year.
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