Canny Aud Chrismis!

                      Teun--"Pull Away Cheerily."

                      Let's sing for aud Chrismis, canny aud Chrismis!
                      A time when the world's leet-hearted an' glad,
                      Let its welcum be hearty, gud-temper'd an' jovial,
                      Cheer up, maw pets, it's a shem te be sad!
                      The beef on the tyeble lucks temptin an' lushus,
                      An' tyests se much sweeter wi' bein the prize;
                      The holly seems noddin, as tho it wes laffin
                      At a' the glad fyeces an' bonny brght eyes.

                      Korus.--
                      Then sing for aud Chrismis, etc.

                      Hoo happy the meetin, an' cordial the greetin,
                      When foaks bid gud-bye te bad temper an' care,
                      When squeezes an' kisses, an' kind-hearted blisses
                      Fall in abundance, an' young hearts insnare;
                      There's smart little Bella sticks weel te that fella
                      That once set her hyem, de ye think she'd say No!
                      If he offer'd te tyek her te join i' the dancin?
                      He's Twice had her under the Mistletoe Bough!

                      The scene se intrancin, wi' music an' dancin's
                      Eneuff te myek sorrow sink under the din,
                      When kettles keep hummin, an' bleezin an' sparklin,
                      The fires burn brightly as tho they'd join in;
                      Thor's ne Chrismis log, but Big Harry, the cairtman,
                      Te stir up the company, an' cawse a bit fun,
                      Browt a greet lump o' coal, it teuk two men te carry,
                      It 'ill be Chrismis agyen beforfe the bit's deun!

                      And fethurs an' muthers, te be like the tuthers,
                      Cheer up, an' imagine thor young onece agyen,
                      Luckin eftor what passes, -while gud-luckin lasses
                      Click at the grand chance te luck eftor the men;
                      There's blue-eyed young Nanny, byeth cosey an' canny,
                      Grush'd up iva corner wi' young Geordy Knox,
                      But the bairns i' the family 'ill not let him rest there,
                      Thor cravin the lad for a nice Christmis box!

                      Then sing for aud Chrimis, canny aud Chrismis,
                      Frae ivry day trubbil we find a release,
                      When foaks glad an' frindly, cheerful an' kindly,
                      Meet an' shake hands i' the true bonds o' peace;
                      When the fiddler's grand teuns myek hearts lowp wi' plissure,
                      An' feet trip byeth happy an' leet on the floor,
                      While uthers keep singin, the korus high ringin,
                      The joys ov aud Chrismis te fully restore.

                      -Joe Wilson