Christmas in the Olden Time, Or, The Wassail BowlH. Hurst, 1846 - 141 psl. |
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added asked the Squire bad company blood brambles breath cause cheek cheer Chequers Christmas revel close cold continued crack cried dark deep don your kirtles drink drop echo ejaculated endeavoured exclaimed exer eyes faggot fear felt finger fire flames gibbet give ground hallooed hand Harry Bluff head hear heard heart hoar frost hope hundred quarters kirtles sheen knife laugh laughter length light limbs lips listen looked loud maidens don merry mingled mirth miseltoe Mistress Bright Ned Terrywig never night numbers OLD ENGLISH old hall Peter Crummy quired rejoined the Squire repeated replied Harry replied the Squire returned Harry returned Mary scarcely shadow Shep shout snapping sound speak special constable stood strange Stranger tell Terrywig there's thick thought tick-tack tinued Tis Christmas Tis Christmas-eve to-night told ye tone tongue turned voice wassail bowl ween whistle wood words yule log
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