Christmastide - online book

Its History, Festivities And Carols

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	I hope old Father Christmas Will never be forgot. I am not come here for to laugh or to jeer, But for a pocketfull of money, and a skinfull of beer; To show some sport and pastime, Gentlemen and ladies in the Christmas time. If you will not believe what I do say, Come in the Turkish Knight—clear the way. Enter the Turkish Knight. Open your doors, and let me in, I hope your favors I shall win; Whether I rise, or whether I fall, I'll do my best to please you all. St. George is here, and swears he will come in, And if he does, I know he'll pierce my skin. If you will not believe what I do say, Come in the King of Egypt—clear the way.