@3Ist Voice@1 WHEN ye've got a child 'ats whist for want of food, And a grate as grey's y'r 'air for want of wood, And y'r man and you ain't nowise not much good; @3Together@1 Oh— It's hard work a-Christmassing, Carolling, Singin' songs about the "Babe what's born." @32nd Voice@1 When ye've 'eered the bailiff's 'and upon the latch, And ye've feeled the rain a-trickling through the thatch, An' y'r man can't git no stones to break ner yit no sheep to watch— @3Together@1 Oh— We've got to come a-Christmassing, Carolling, Singin' of the "Shepherds on that morn." @33rd Voice, more cheerfully@1 'E was a man's poor as us, very near, An" E'ad' is trials and danger, An' I think 'E'll think of us when 'E sees us singin' 'ere; For 'is mother was poor, like us, poor dear, An' she bore Him in a manger. @3Together@1 Oh— It's warm in the heavens, but it's cold upon the earth; An' we ain't no food at table nor no fire upon the hearth; And it's bitter hard a-Christmassing, Carolling, Singin' songs about our Saviour's birth; Singin' songs about the Babe what's born; Singin' of the shepherds on that morn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE MAD WOMAN'S SON by KAREN SWENSON FLUSH OR FAUNUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FINDING OF LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES SALLY SIMKIN'S LAMENT by THOMAS HOOD UNDER THE OAK by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE BANTAMS IN PINE-WOODS by WALLACE STEVENS |