Carol Of The Christmas Morn

"No more your needed rest at night     By ribald youth is troubled;     No more your windows, fastened tight,     Yield to their knocks redouble"

"Since Chloe is so monstrous fair,     With such an eye and such an air,     What wonder that the world complains     When she each am'rous suit"

"Dear Miller: You and I despise     The cad who gathers books to sell 'em,     Be they but sixteen-mos in cloth     Or stately folios garbed in"

"I count my treasures o'er with care.--     The little toy my darling knew,     A little sock of faded hue,     A little lock of golden hair."

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"