An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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A CHRISTMAS NIGHT!
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A CHRISTMAS NIGHT!
A CONVIVIAL SONG,
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Sung by Several Distinguished Amateurs at all the Fashionable Parties, &c. in the Season of the Year. Air—Poacher's Song.
A Carol! come, a carol, boys! in honour of good cheer,
For still good fare will banish care, make sorrow disappear—
And dearer is this merry time, the more 'tis bleak and drear—
Oh, a Christmas night, it is my delight, in the season of the year.
For still good fare will banish care, make sorrow disappear—
And dearer is this merry time, the more 'tis bleak and drear—
Oh, a Christmas night, it is my delight, in the season of the year.
What beeves will bleed, that we may feed! What flocks for us will die!
What turkeys fall, that one and all may revel plenteously!
Then higher, higher heap the fire—till the logs burn bright and clear—
For a Christmas night, it is my delight, in the season of the year.
What turkeys fall, that one and all may revel plenteously!
Then higher, higher heap the fire—till the logs burn bright and clear—
For a Christmas night, it is my delight, in the season of the year.
Fill up the wassail bowl, with spicy wine unto the brim,
And let goodwill and peace to all upon its surface swim—
And drink a merry Christmas, and as happy a New Year,
For a Christmas night, it is my delight, in the season of the year.
And let goodwill and peace to all upon its surface swim—
And drink a merry Christmas, and as happy a New Year,
For a Christmas night, it is my delight, in the season of the year.
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Roast well the apples and the crab—prepare the toast and ale—
And let the social Lamb's Wool pass, with catch, and song, and tale,
Till close unto the ribs it clings, the weary heart to cheer—
Oh, a Christmas night, it is my delight in the season of the year!
And let the social Lamb's Wool pass, with catch, and song, and tale,
Till close unto the ribs it clings, the weary heart to cheer—
Oh, a Christmas night, it is my delight in the season of the year!
Mincc Pie! it hath a magic sound—Plum Pudding's a charmed name—
And we've Snap Dragon—ever found a very mystic game.
The fiery ordeal we must pass to win the sweet and dear—
Oh, a Christmas night it is my delight, in the season of the year!
And we've Snap Dragon—ever found a very mystic game.
The fiery ordeal we must pass to win the sweet and dear—
Oh, a Christmas night it is my delight, in the season of the year!
I love to see the Holly, with its berries glowing red,
And the shining Laurel that still comes to crown Old Christmas' head—
For he's a mighty conqueror, he conquers all that's drear—
Oh, a Christmas night, it is my delight, in the season of the year!
And the shining Laurel that still comes to crown Old Christmas' head—
For he's a mighty conqueror, he conquers all that's drear—
Oh, a Christmas night, it is my delight, in the season of the year!
And pleasant looks the Misletoe, when hung up as a snare,
While the laughing girls stand by and cry ‘Come, kiss me, if you dare!’
For they can struggle, scream, and scratch, while kiss'd they're being there—
Oh, a Christmas night, it is my delight, in the season of the year!
While the laughing girls stand by and cry ‘Come, kiss me, if you dare!’
For they can struggle, scream, and scratch, while kiss'd they're being there—
Oh, a Christmas night, it is my delight, in the season of the year!
'Tis sweet to be awaken'd in the pauses of the night,
By the merry Waits, awaking too, the echoes of delight.
Like fairy melodies they steal upon the drowsy ear—
Oh, a Christmas night, it is my delight, in the season of the year!
By the merry Waits, awaking too, the echoes of delight.
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Oh, a Christmas night, it is my delight, in the season of the year!
What though Old Christmas brings its bills, to them no thought we'll give,
For though we may have some to pay, we've others to receive.
Then let us think but of receipts, which still the bosom cheer—
Oh, a Christmas night, it is my delight, in the season of the year!
For though we may have some to pay, we've others to receive.
Then let us think but of receipts, which still the bosom cheer—
Oh, a Christmas night, it is my delight, in the season of the year!
Then welcome, Merry Christmas! for thou com'st but once a year!
Success attend that jolly heart that still will make good cheer—
But ill betide that churlish wight, that thinks a thing too dear—
For a Christmas night, it is my delight, in the season of the year!
Success attend that jolly heart that still will make good cheer—
But ill betide that churlish wight, that thinks a thing too dear—
For a Christmas night, it is my delight, in the season of the year!
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