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Come, bring with a noise,
My merry merry boys,
The Christmas Log to the firing;
While my good Dame, she
Bids ye all be free;
And drink to your hearts desiring.
With the last year's brand
Light the new block, and
for good success in his spending,
On your Psaltries play,
That sweet luck may
Come while the Log is a tending.
Drink now the strong beer,
Cut the white loaf here,
The while the meat is a shredding
For the rare MincePie;
And the Plums stand by
To fill the Paste that's a kneading.
