Classic Poem

All you that are good fellows,
Come hearken to my song;
I know you do not hate good cheer,
Nor liquor that is strong.
I hope there is none here,
But soon will take my part,
Seeing my master and my dame
Say welcome with their heart.

This is a time of joyfulness,
And merry time of year,
When as the rich with plenty stored,
Do make the poor good cheer.
Plum-porridge, roast beef, and minced pies
Stand smoking as the board
With other brave varieties
Our master doth afford.

Our mistress and her cleanly maids
Have neatly played the cook,
Methinks those dishes eagerly
At my sharp stomach look,
As though they were afraid
To see me draw my blade;
But I revenged on them will be,
Until my stomach's stayed.

Come fill us of the strongest,
Small drink is out of date,
Methinks I shall fare like a prince,
And sit in gallant state:
This is no miser's feast,
Although that things be dear;
God grant the founder of this feast
Each Christmas keep good cheer.

This day for Christ we celebrate,
Who was born at this time;
For which all Christians should rejoice,
And I do sing in rhyme.
When you have given thanks
Unto your dainties fall,
Heaven bless my master and my dame;
Lord bless me and you all.