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                           A man might then behold

                              At Christmas, in each hall

                           Good fires to curb the cold,

                              And meat for great and small.

                           The neighbours were friendly bidden,

                              And all had welcome true,

                           The poor from the gates were not chidden,

                              When this old cap was new.


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