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A SONG FOR A STORMY NIGHT. |
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A SONG FOR A STORMY NIGHT.
The winds without,
In their midnight rout,
Howl through our casement drearily;
But sweet is our mirth
Round the social hearth,
When circles the wine-cup cheerily,
With a heigh! ho! Nonnie no!
And a heigh! ho! Nonnie nee!
In their midnight rout,
Howl through our casement drearily;
But sweet is our mirth
Round the social hearth,
When circles the wine-cup cheerily,
With a heigh! ho! Nonnie no!
And a heigh! ho! Nonnie nee!
Fill up the bowl,
And stir up the coal,
Make the flames mount bright and cheerily;
We've right good cheer,
And a welcome here,
Though the fierce winds whistle wearily.
With a heigh! ho! Nonnie! no! &c.
And stir up the coal,
Make the flames mount bright and cheerily;
We've right good cheer,
And a welcome here,
Though the fierce winds whistle wearily.
With a heigh! ho! Nonnie! no! &c.
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Yet amid our glee,
Perchance there be
Some near us pining wearily;
All nipp'd by the cold,
Some traveller old,
May be trudging through snow-drifts drearily.
With a heigh! ho! Nonnie! no! &c.
Perchance there be
Some near us pining wearily;
All nipp'd by the cold,
Some traveller old,
May be trudging through snow-drifts drearily.
With a heigh! ho! Nonnie! no! &c.
Show then a light
From our window to-night,
Let it gleam to guide him cheerily,
We've a chair and a jug,
And a corner snug,
When he comes to our door so wearily.
With a heigh! ho! Nonnie! no! &c.
From our window to-night,
Let it gleam to guide him cheerily,
We've a chair and a jug,
And a corner snug,
When he comes to our door so wearily.
With a heigh! ho! Nonnie! no! &c.
Never shall it be said,
That we, well fed,
By our fire-side singing cheerily,
Could forget this night
The bitter plight
Of the many pining wearily.
With a heigh! ho! Nonnie! no! &c.
That we, well fed,
By our fire-side singing cheerily,
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The bitter plight
Of the many pining wearily.
With a heigh! ho! Nonnie! no! &c.
Throw open the door
To the old and poor;
They shall all be welcome cheerily,
While there's bite or sup
On our board or cup,
They never shall pass by wearily.
With a heigh! ho! Nonnie! no! &c.
To the old and poor;
They shall all be welcome cheerily,
While there's bite or sup
On our board or cup,
They never shall pass by wearily.
With a heigh! ho! Nonnie! no! &c.
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