“Christmas Comes but Once a Year”
(Somewhat in the Kipling manner.)
Now these are the things that Christmas brings, the things of the tide of Yule,
And this is the way of that dreadsome day, as it goes by the swerveless rule:
And this is the way of that dreadsome day, as it goes by the swerveless rule:
Days and weeks the lady seeks to purchase of a trinket,
(Shop! shop! shop! O the terror of the trade!)
Buyin’ of a gift o’ love? Well, ye better think it—
Aimin’ at the sergeant who is passin’ on parade.
And it’s shop, shop, shop!
Till the sweat begins to drop!
Never was a present yet worth a charge o’ hop.
(Shop! shop! shop! O the terror of the trade!)
Buyin’ of a gift o’ love? Well, ye better think it—
Aimin’ at the sergeant who is passin’ on parade.
And it’s shop, shop, shop!
Till the sweat begins to drop!
Never was a present yet worth a charge o’ hop.
Sergeant Burr has bought for her a bally di’mond jewel
(Shop! shop! shop! O the terror of the trade!)
Never met a orfcer yet as wasn’t cold an’ cruel
(O the wily sergeant, and ah, the willing maid!)
And it’s shop! shop! shop!
Till the sweat begins to drop—
Never was a present yet worth a charge o’ hop!
(Shop! shop! shop! O the terror of the trade!)
Never met a orfcer yet as wasn’t cold an’ cruel
(O the wily sergeant, and ah, the willing maid!)
And it’s shop! shop! shop!
Till the sweat begins to drop—
Never was a present yet worth a charge o’ hop!
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