'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
To Denis
Again the native hour lets down the
Uncombed and black, but gray the bobbing beard;
Ten years ago His eyes, fierce shuttlecocks,
I heard the bells on Christmas
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and
The words
I saw our golden years on a black gale,our time of love spilt in the furious dust
"O we are winter-caught, and we must fail,"said the dark dream, "and time is overcast
"-And woke into the night; but you were there,and...
May all my enemies go to hell,
Noel,
Noel,
Noel,
The sheets were frozen hard, and they cut the naked hand;
The decks were like a slide, where a seaman scarce could stand;
The wind was a nor'wester, blowing squally off the sea;
And cliffs and spouting breakers were the only things ...
So stick up ivy and the bays,
And then restore the heathen ways
Green will remind you of the spring,
Though this great day denies the thing
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,
Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill
Mighty glad I ain't a girl - ruther be a boy,
Without them sashes, curls, an' things that's worn by Fauntleroy
The first Nowell the Angel did say Was to three poor Shepherds in the fields as they lay; In fields where they lay keeping their sheep In a cold winter's night that was so deep
Nowell,
Nowell,
Nowell,
It was Christmas Day in the
In Spain in Penninsular War,
And Sam Small were cleaning his musketA thing as he'd ne're done before
They'd had 'em inspected that
In a southern forest gloomy and old,
So lately the scene of a terrible fight,
A soldier, alone in the dark and cold,
Is keeping the watch tonight
There fared a mother driven
Out of an inn to roam;
In the place where she was
All men are at home