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But is old, old, good old Christmas gone? Nothing but the hair of his good, gray old head and beard left? Well, I will have that, seeing I cannot have more of him. / "Hue and Cry After Christmas"
A man might then behold / At Christmas, in each hall / Good fires to curb the cold, / And meat for great and small. / The neighbors were friendly bidden, / And all had welcome true, / The poor from the gates were not chidden / When this old cap was new. / Old Song