“Christmas Comes but Once a Year”
Oh, silk was the shawl that I last saw her wearing,
And sad are the moorlands and sad are the leas.
And sadder the songs that they sing about Erin,
And saddest the way that they drop off the g’s.
And sad are the moorlands and sad are the leas.
And sadder the songs that they sing about Erin,
And saddest the way that they drop off the g’s.
Oh, red is the berry that grows on the holly,
And tender the mem’ry of vanished things dear,
And this is the thought of my sweet melancholy,
That Christmas comes once and but once in the year.
And tender the mem’ry of vanished things dear,
And this is the thought of my sweet melancholy,
That Christmas comes once and but once in the year.
(In one of Frank L. Stanton’s manners.)
I
Chris’mus am a-comin’,
Cahve de possum meat!
My! dem sweet potatoes
Am mighty good to eat.
Chris’mus am a-comin’,
Cahve de possum meat!
My! dem sweet potatoes
Am mighty good to eat.
II
Chris’mus am a-comin’,
Down in Geo’gy lan’;
Chris’mus am a-comin’,
Don’ yo un’er’stan’?
Chris’mus am a-comin’,
Down in Geo’gy lan’;
Chris’mus am a-comin’,
Don’ yo un’er’stan’?
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