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Heap on more wood the wind is chill	A
But let it whistle as it will	A
We'll keep our Christmas merry still	A
Each age has deemed the new born year	B
The fittest time for festal cheer	B
E'en heathen yet the savage Dane	C
At Iol more deep the mead did drain	C
High on the beach his galleys drew	D
And feasted all his pirate crew	D
Then in his low and pine built hall	E
Where shields and axes decked the wall	E
They gorged upon the half dressed steer	B
Caroused in seas of sable beer	B
While round in brutal jest were thrown	F
The half gnawed rib and marrow bone	F
Or listened all in grim delight	G
While scalds yelled out the joys of fight	G
Then forth in frenzy would they hie	H
While wildly loose their red locks fly	I
And dancing round the blazing pile	J
They make such barbarous mirth the while	J
As best might to the mind recall	E
The boist'rous joys of Odin's hall	E
And well our Christian sires of old	K
Loved when the year its course had rolled	K
And brought blithe Christmas back again	L
With all his hospitable train	C
Domestic and religious rite	G
Gave honour to the holy night	G
On Christmas Eve the bells were rung	M
On Christmas Eve the mass was sung	M
That only night in all the year	B
Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear	B
The damsel donned her kirtle sheen	N
The hall was dressed with holly green	N
Forth to the wood did merry men go	O
To gather in the mistletoe	O
Then opened wide the baron's hall	E
To vassal tenant serf and all	E
Power laid his rod of rule aside	P
And Ceremony doffed his pride	P
The heir with roses in his shoes	Q
That night might village partner choose	Q
The lord underogating share	R
The vulgar game of post and pair	R
All hailed with uncontrolled delight	G
And general voice the happy night	G
That to the cottage as the crown	S
Brought tidings of salvation down	S
The fire with well dried logs supplied	P
Went roaring up the chimney wide	P
The huge hall table's oaken face	T
Scrubbed till it shone the day to grace	T
Bore then upon its massive board	U
No mark to part the squire and lord	U
Then was brought in the lusty brawn	V
By old blue coated serving man	W
Then the grim boar's head frowned on high	I
Crested with bays and rosemary	X
Well can the green garbed ranger tell	Y
How when and where the monster fell	Y
What dogs before his death he tore	Z
And all the baiting of the boar	Z
The wassail round in good brown bowls	A2
Garnished with ribbons blithely trowls	A2
There the huge sirloin reeked hard by	I
Plum porridge stood and Christmas pie	I
Nor failed old Scotland to produce	A2
At such high tide her savoury goose	A2
Then came the merry maskers in	B2
And carols roared with blithesome din	B2
If unmelodious was the song	C2
It was a hearty note and strong	C2
Who lists may in their mumming see	A2
Traces of ancient mystery	A2
White shirts supplied the masquerade	D2
And smutted cheeks the visors made	D2
But oh what maskers richly dight	D2
Can boast of bosoms half so light	D2
England was merry England when	L
Old Christmas brought his sports again	L
'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale	E2
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale	E2
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer	B
The poor man's heart through half the year	B
Still linger in our Northern clime	F2
Some remnants of the good old time	F2
And still within our valleys here	G2
We hold the kindred title dear	B
Even when perchance its far fetched claim	F2
To Southern ear sounds empty name	F2
For course of blood our proverbs deem	F2
Is warmer than the mountain stream	F2
And thus my Christmas still I hold	D2
Where my great grandsire came of old	D2
With amber beard and flaxen hair	R
And reverend apostolic air	R
The feast and holy tide to share	R
And mix sobriety with wine	H2
And honest mirth with thoughts divine	H2
Small thought was his in after time	F2
E'er to be hitched into a rhyme	F2
The simple sire could only boast	D2
That he was loyal to his cost	D2
The banished race of kings revered	D2
And lost his land but kept his beard	D2
In these dear halls where welcome kind	D2
Is with fair liberty combined	D2
Where cordial friendship gives the hand	D2
And flies constraint the magic wand	D2
Of the fair dame that rules the land	D2
Little we heed the tempest drear	R
While music mirth and social cheer	R
Speed on their wings the passing year	R
And Mertoun's halls are fair e'en now	I2
When not a leaf is on the bough	I2
Tweed loves them well and turns again	L
As loth to leave the sweet domain	C
And holds his mirror to her face	A2
And clips her with a close embrace	A2
Gladly as he we seek the dome	F2
And as reluctant turn us home	F2
How just that at this time of glee	A2
My thoughts should Heber turn to thee	A2
For many a merry hour we've known	F
And heard the chimes of midnight's tone	F
Cease then my friend a moment cease	A2
And leave these classic tomes in peace	A2
Of Roman and of Grecian lore	R
Sure mortal brain can hold no more	R
These ancients as Noll Bluff might say	A2
Were pretty fellows in their day	A2
But time and tide o'er all prevail	E2
On Christmas eve a Christmas tale	E2
Of wonder and of war Profane	C
What leave the loftier Latian strain	C
Her stately prose her verse's charms	A2
To hear the clash of rusty arms	A2
In Fairy Land or Limbo lost	D2
To jostle conjuror and ghost	D2
Goblin and witch Nay Heber dear	R
Before you touch my charter hear	R
Though Leyden aids alas no more	R
My cause with many languaged lore	R
This may I say in realms of death	J2
Ulysses meets Alcides' WRAITH	J2
AEneas upon Thracia's shore	R
The ghost of murdered Polydore	R
For omens we in Livy cross	A2
At every turn locutus Bos	A2
As grave and duly speaks that ox	A2
As if he told the price of stocks	A2
Or held in Rome republican	K2
The place of common councilman	K2
All nations have their omens drear	R
Their legends wild of woe and fear	R
To Cambria look the peasant see	A2
Bethink him of Glendowerdy	D2
And shun the spirit's blasted tree	A2
The Highlander whose red claymore	R
The battle turned on Maida's shore	R
Will on a Friday morn look pale	E2
If asked to tell a fairy tale	E2
He fears the vengeful elfin king	L2
Who leaves that day his grassy ring	L2
Invisible to human ken	L
He walks among the sons of men	L
Did'st e'er dear Heber pass along	C2
Beneath the towers of Franchemont	D2
Which like an eagle's nest in air	R
Hang o'er the stream and hamlet fair	R
Deep in their vaults the peasants say	A2
A mighty treasure buried lay	A2
Amassed through rapine and through wrong	C2
By the last Lord of Franchemont	D2
The iron chest is bolted hard	D2
A huntsman sits its constant guard	D2
Around his neck his horn is hung	M
His hanger in his belt is slung	M
Before his feet his blood hounds lie	I
And 'twere not for his gloomy eye	I
Whose withering glance no heart can brook	M2
As true a huntsman doth he look	M2
As bugle e'er in brake did sound	D2
Or ever hallooed to a hound	D2
To chase the fiend and win the prize	A2
In that same dungeon ever tries	A2
An aged necromantic priest	D2
It is an hundred years at least	D2
Since 'twixt them first the strife begun	K2
And neither yet has lost nor won	K2
And oft the conjuror's words will make	N2
The stubborn demon groan and quake	N2
And oft the bands of iron break	N2
Or bursts one lock that still amain	K2
Fast as 'tis opened shuts again	K2
That magic strife within the tomb	F2
May last until the day of doom	F2
Unless the adept shall learn to tell	Y
The very word that clenched the spell	Y
When Franchemont locked the treasure cell	Y
A hundred years are past and gone	K2
And scarce three letters has he won	K2
Such general superstition may	A2
Excuse for old Pitscottie say	A2
Whose gossip history has given	K2
My song the messenger from heaven	K2
That warned in Lithgow Scotland's king	L2
Nor less the infernal summoning	L2
May pass the monk of Durham's tale	E2
Whose demon fought in Gothic mail	E2
May pardon plead for Fordun grave	O2
Who told of Gifford's goblin cave	O2
But why such instances to you	D
Who in an instant can renew	D
Your treasured hoards of various lore	R
And furnish twenty thousand more	R
Hoards not like theirs whose volumes rest	D2
Like treasures in the Franchemont chest	D2
While gripple owners still refuse	A2
To others what they cannot use	A2
Give them the priest's whole century	A2
They shall not spell you letters three	A2
Their pleasure in the books the same	F2
The magpie takes in pilfered gem	F2
Thy volumes open as thy heart	D2
Delight amusement science art	D2
To every ear and eye impart	D2
Yet who of all who thus employ them	F2
Can like the owner's self enjoy them	F2
But hark I hear the distant drum	F2
The day of Flodden Field is come	F2
Adieu dear Heber life and health	J2
And store of literary wealth	J2