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So, Now Is Come Our Joyfulst Feast · Ririro.com - Poetry

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Speaker 1: So now is come our joyfulest feast. So now is
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Speaker 1: come our joyfulest feast. Let every man be jolly, Each
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Speaker 1: room with ivy leaves is dressed, and every post with holly.
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Speaker 1: Though some churls at our mirthry pine round your foreheads,
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Speaker 1: garlands twine, drown sorrow in a cup of wine, and
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Speaker 1: let us all be merry. Now all our neighbor's chimneys
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Speaker 1: smoke thanngthen, and Christmas logs are burning their ovens. They
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Speaker 1: with baked meats choke, and all their spits are turning
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Speaker 1: without the door. Let sorrow lie, And if for cold
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Speaker 1: it hap to die, we'll bury it in a Christmas pie,
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Speaker 1: and evermore be merry. Now every lad is wondrous, trim prohibited,
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Speaker 1: and no man minds his labor. Our lasses have provided
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Speaker 1: them a bagpipe and a tabor. Young Men and maids,
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Speaker 1: and girls and boys give life to one another's joys,
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Speaker 1: And you anon shall buy their noise, perceive that they
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Speaker 1: are merry. Rank misers, Now do sparing shun striped charles soundeth,
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Speaker 1: and dogs thence with whole shoulders run so all things
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Speaker 1: there aboundeth the country folks themselves advance for crowdy muttons
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Speaker 1: come out of France, and Jack shall pipe, and Jill
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Speaker 1: shall dance, and all the town be merry,