Merrie.

Come, bring with a noise,

My merrie, merrie boyes,

The Christmas Log to the firing;

While my good Dame, she

Bids ye all be free;

And drink to your hearts' desiring.

With the last yeeres brand

Light the new block, and

For good successe in his spending,

On your Psaltries play,

That sweet luck may

Come while the log is a-teending.

Drink now the strong Beere,

Cut the white loafe 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