Noise.

Come, bring with a noise,

My merry, merry boys,

The Christmas Log to the firing;

While my good Dame, she

Bids ye all be free;

And drink to your heart's desiring.

With the last year's brand

Light the new block, and

For good success in his spending,

On your Psaltries play,

That sweet luck may

Come while the log is a-tinding.

Drink now the strong beer,

Cut the white loaf here,

The while the meat is a-shredding;

For the rare mince-pie

And the plums stand by
To fill the paste that's a-kneading.

Robert Herrick