From Pembrokeshire:
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Joy, wealth, love and peace Be o you in this place. By your leave we will sing
Concerning our King:

Our King is well-dressed In silks of the best. With his ribbons so rare No King can compare,

In his coach he doth ride With a great deal of pride, And with four foot-men To wait upon him.

We were four at a watch, And all nigh of a match; And with poweder and ball We fired at his hall.

We have traveled many miles Over hedges and stiles

To find you this King which we now to you bring. Now Christmas is past, Twelfth Day is the last. The Old Year bids adieu; Great joy to the New.

- Gill, Walter, W., A Second Manx Scrapbook.,, London, 1932.