Letras
Glad Christmas comes, and every heart
Makes room to give him welcome now
E'en want will dry its tears in mirth
And crown him with a holly bough
Lo! tramping 'neath a winter sky
O'er snowy paths and rymy stiles
The housewife sets her spinning by
To bid him welcome with her smiles
The singing waits a merry throng
At early morn, with simple skill
Yet imitate the angels' song
And chant their Christmas ditties still
And 'mid the storm that dies and swells
By fits in humming softly steals
The music of the village bells
Ringing around their merry peals
When this is past, a merry crew
Bedecked in masks and ribands gay
The Morris-dance their sports renew
And act their winter evening play
The clown, turned king for penny praise
Storms where the actors strut and swell
And Harlequin, a laugh to raise
Wears his hunchback and tinkling bell
Each house has swept the day before
And windows stuck with evergreens
The snow is besommed from the door
And comfort crowns each cottage scene
And oft for pence and spicy ale
With winter nosegays pinned before
The wassail singer tells a tale
And drawls her Christmas carols o'er
Thou happy day of sound and mirth
That long with childish memory stays!
How blest around the cottage hearth
I met thee in my younger days!
About the glowing hearth at night
The harmless laugh and winter tale
Go round while parting friends delight
To toast each other or their ale
Glad Christmas comes; now every heart
Make room to give him welcome now
Unite in fellowship and mirth
And crown him with a holly bough
Now tramping 'neath a winter sky
With merry heart and singing voice
Let all men set their troubles by
To bid him welcome and rejoice