Poems and Lancashire Songs :: :: University of Virginia Library

Come all you weary wanderers,
Beneath the wintry sky;
This day forget your worldly cares,
And lay your sorrows by;
Awake, and sing;
The church bells ring;
For this is Christmas morning!

II

With grateful hearts salute the morn,
And swell the streams of song,
That laden with great joy are borne,
The willing air along;

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The tidings thrill
With right good will;
For this is Christmas morning!

III

We'll twine the fresh green holly wreath,
And make the yule-log glow;
And gather gaily underneath
The winking misletoe;
All blithe and bright
By the glad fire-light;
For this is Christmas morning!

IV

Come, sing the carols old and truo,
That mind us of good cheer,
And, like a heavenly fall of dew,
Revive the drooping year;
And fill us up
A wassail-cup;
For this is Christmas morning!

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V

To all poor souls we'll strew the feast,
With kindly heart, and free;
One Father owns us, and, at least,
To-day we'll brothers be;
Away with pride,
This holy tide;
For it is Christmas morning!

VI

So now, God bless us one and all
With hearts and hearthstones warm;
And may He prosper great and small,
And keep us out of harm;
And teach us still,
His sweet good-will,
This merry Christmas morning!