24 DECEMBER 1927, Page 11

A Carol

WINTER winds have chilled us quite—

With a hey ! for the goose, and the holly berry red : Out in the starlit, snow-white night, Sorry waifs are we that have long an-hungered : Yet can still sing loud and true, With "Good even, sirs, to you."

All for a small stranger's sake that no cradle knew.

Winter winds have chilled our bones—

With a hey ! for the goose, and the bowl that bringeth cheer.

Sweet sirs, our feet are cold as stones,

Sorry waifs are we, yet can still sing loud and clear, Yet can still sing loud and true, With "Good even, sirs, to you."

All for a small stranger's sake that no cradle knew.

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