Heap on more wood! the wind is chi… But let it whistle as it will, We’ll keep our Christmas merry st… Each age has deem’d the new-born y… The fittest time for festal cheer:

Bring the bowl which you boast, Fill it up to the brim; ’Tis to him we love most, And to all who love him. Brave gallants, stand up,

Introduction. The way was long, the wind was col… The Minstrel was infirm and old; His wither’d cheek, and tresses gr… Seem’d to have known a better day;

Enchantress, farewell, who so oft… At the close of the evening throug… Where the forester, 'lated, with w… Explore the wild scenes he was qui… Farewell and take with thee thy nu…

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the… To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.

O, low shone the sun on the fair l… And weak were the whispers that wa… All as a fair maiden, bewilder’d i… Sorely sigh’d to the breezes, and… ‘O, saints! from the mansions of b…

Merrily swim we, the moon shines b… Both current and ripple are dancin… We have roused the night raven, I… As we plashed along beneath the oa… That flings its broad branches so…

The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, In Ettrick’s vale, is sinking swe… The westland wind is hush and stil… The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape to mine eye

And said I that my limbs were old… And said I that my blood was cold… And that my kindly fire was fled, And my poor wither’d heart was dea… And that I might not sing of love…

If thou would’st view fair Melros… Go visit it by the pale moonlight; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins grey… When the broken arches are black i…

It was an English ladye bright, (The sun shines fair on Carlisle… And she would marry a Scottish kn… For Love will still be lord of al… Blithely they saw the rising sun

Introduction. Come Lucy! while ’tis morning hou… The woodland brook we needs must p… So, ere the sun assume his power, We shelter in our poplar bower,

From a rude isle, his ruder lineag… The spark, that, from a suburb hov… Ascending, wraps some capital in f… Hath not a meaner or more sordid b… And for the soul that bade him was…

Like April morning clouds, that p… With varying shadow, o’er the gras… And imitate, on field and furrow, Life’s chequered scene of joy and… Like streamlet of the mountain No…

The glowing censers, and their ric… The splendid vestments, and the so… The gentle sigh of soul-subduing p… The alms which open-hearted charit… Bestows, with kindly glance; and t…