Christmas In The Olden Time

: CELEBRATION

WALTER SCOTT



On Christmas-eve the bells were rung;

The damsel donned her kirtle sheen;

The hall was dressed with holly green;

Forth to the wood did merry men go,

To gather in the mistletoe.

Thus opened wide the baron's hall

To vassal, tenant, serf and all;

Power laid his rod of rule aside

And ceremony doffed his pride.

The heir, with roses in his shoes,

That night might village partner choose;

The lord, underogating, share

The vulgar game of Post and Pair.

All hailed, with uncontrolled delight,

And general voice, the happy night

That to the cottage, as the crown,

Brought tidings of salvation down.



The fire, with well-dried logs supplied,

Went roaring up the chimney wide;

The huge hall-table's oaken face,

Scrubbed till it shone, the day to grace,

Bore then upon its massive board

No mark to part the squire and lord.

Then was brought in the lusty brawn

By old blue-coated serving man;

Then the grim boar's head frowned on high,

Crested with bays and rosemary.

Well can the green-garbed ranger tell

How, when and where the monster fell;

What dogs before his death he tore,

And all the baitings of the boar.

The wassal round, in good brown bowls,

Garnished with ribbons, blithely trowls.

There the huge sirloin reeked: hard by

Plum-porridge stood, and Christmas pye;

Nor failed old Scotland to produce,

At such high-tide, her savory goose.



Then came the merry maskers in,

And carols roared with blithesome din.

If unmelodious was the song,

It was a hearty note, and strong;

Who lists may in their murmuring see

Traces of ancient mystery;

White shirts supplied the masquerade,

And smutted cheeks the visors made;

But O, what maskers richly dight,

Can boast of bosoms half so light!

England was merry England when

Old Christmas brought his sports again;

'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale,

'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;

A Christmas gambol oft would cheer

The poor man's heart through half the year.