Twelfth Night Song
Reading edition
Heaped be the fagots high, And the half-burnèd bough From last year’s revelry Be litten now! Brimmed be the posset bowl For every lusty soul; And while the maskers rule, Cry ‘Noel!’ cry ‘Noel!’ down all the halls of Yule! O eager viols, thrill! Pipe, hautboys, clear and sweet! Work your impetuous will, Ye restless feet! For every lip—a glass! For every lad—a lass! And, ere the ardors cool, Cry ‘Noel!’ cry ‘Noel!’ down all the halls of Yule!