Come, bring with a noise, My merrie merrie boyes, 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 yeeres brand Light the new block, And For good successe in his spending, On your Psaltries play, That sweet luck may Come while the Log is a teending. Drink now the strong Beere, Cut the white loafe here, The while the meat is a shredding; For the rare Mince-Pie And the Plums stand by To fill the Paste that's a kneading. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING APOLOGIA PRO VITA SUA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE CULPRIT FAY by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE SONNET TO MRS. REYNOLD'S CAT by JOHN KEATS THE PESSIMIST by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING THE IMMORTALS by ISAAC ROSENBERG |