CHRISTMAS IN OLD TIME
Reading edition
By Sir Walter Scott
Heap on more wood!356-1—the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We’ll keep our Christmas merry still. Each age has deem’d the new-born year The fittest time for festal cheer:356-2 And well our Christian sires of old Loved when the year its course had roll’d, And brought blithe Christmas back again, With all his hospitable train.356-3 Domestic and religious rite356-4 Gave honor to the holy night; On Christmas Eve the bells were rung;356-5 On Christmas Eve the mass356-6 was sung: That only night in all the year, Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.356-7 The damsel donn’d her kirtle sheen;356-8
The hall was dress’d with holly green; Forth to the wood did merry-men go, To gather in the mistletoe.357-9 Then open’d wide the baron’s hall To vassal,357-10 tenant,357-11 serf,357-12 and all; Power laid his rod of rule aside,357-13 And ceremony doff’d his pride.357-14 The heir, with roses in his shoes,357-15 That night might village partner choose;357-16 The lord, underogating,357-17 share The vulgar game of “post and pair.”357-18 All hail’d, with uncontroll’d delight And general voice, the happy night, That to the cottage, as the crown, Brought tidings of Salvation down.357-19
The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide; The huge hall-table’s oaken face, Scrubb’d till it shone, the day to grace, Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord.358-20 Then was brought in the lusty brawn,358-21 By old blue-coated serving-man; Then the grim boar’s head frown’d on high, Crested with bays and rosemary.358-22 Well can the green-garb’d ranger358-23 tell, How, when, and where, the monster fell; What dogs before his death he tore, And all the baiting of the boar.358-24 The wassail358-25 round, in good brown bowls, Garnish’d with ribbons, blithely trowls.358-26
There the huge sirloin reek’d; hard by Plum-porridge stood, and Christmas pie;358-27 Nor fail’d old Scotland to produce, At such high tide, her savory goose. Then came the merry maskers in, And carols roar’d with blithesome din: If unmelodious was the song, It was a hearty note, and strong. Who lists may in their mumming see Traces of ancient mystery;359-28 White shirts supplied the masquerade, And smutted cheeks the visors made;—359-29 But, O! what maskers, richly dight, Can boast of bosoms, half so light!359-30 England was merry England, when Old Christmas brought his sports again. ’Twas Christmas broach’d the mightiest ale; ’Twas Christmas told the merriest tale; A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man’s heart through half the year.
