_The Christmas Holly_
The holly! the holly! oh, twine it with bay-- Come give the holly a song; For it helps to drive stern winter away, With his garment so sombre and long; It peeps through the trees with its berries of red, And its leaves of burnished green, When the flowers and fruits have long been dead, And not even the daisy is seen.
Then sing to the holly, the Christmas holly, That hangs over peasant and king; While we laugh and carouse "neath its glittering boughs, To the Christmas holly we"ll sing.
Eliza Cook.
Said I to myself, here"s a chance for me The Lilliput Laureate for to be!
And these are the Specimens I sent in To Pinafore Palace. Shall I win?
William Brighty Rands.