Classic Poem

TWELFTH-NIGHT: CHOOSING KING AND QUEEN .

Was-haile!
Your places, lads and lasses, take,
To find your fortune in the cake.
Was-haile!
Jock gets the bean,
And chooses Kate for queen.
Drink-haile!
Now foot it in the reel,
Each frolic heel;
Ye maskers, that a-mumming go,
Stay yet, and point the toe;
" Bounce, buckram, velvets dear,
For Christmas comes but once a year! "
Was-haile! Drink-haile! Noil!
Good-night! Sleep well!
God keep us all, Immanuel!