1. Christmas hath made an end,
Well-a-day! well-a-day!
Which was my dearest friend,
More is the pity!
For with an heavy heart
Must I from thee depart,
To follow plow and cart
All the year after.
2. Lent is fast coming on,
Well-a-day! well-a-day!
That loves not anyone,
More is the pity!
For I doubt both my cheeks
Will look thin from eating leeks;
Wise is he then that seeks
For a friend in a corner.
3. And our good cheer is gone,
Well-a-day! well-a-day!
And turned to a bone,
More is the pity!
In my good master's house
I shall eat no more souse,1
Then give me one carouse,
Gentle kind butler!
4. It grieves me to the heart,
Well-a-day! well-a-day!
From my friend to depart,
More is the pity!
Christmas, I fear 'tis thee
That thus forsaketh me:
Yet till one hour I see,
Will I be merry.
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1. Christmas hath made an end,
Well-a-day! well-a-day!
Which was my dearest friend,
More is the pity!
For with an heavy heart
Must I from thee depart,
To follow plow and cart
All the year after.
2. Lent is fast coming on,
Well-a-day! well-a-day!
That loves not anyone,
More is the pity!
For I doubt both my cheeks
Will look thin from eating leeks;
Wise is he then that seeks
For a friend in a corner.
3. And our good cheer is gone,
Well-a-day! well-a-day!
And turned to a bone,
More is the pity!
In my good master's house
I shall eat no more souse,1
Then give me one carouse,
Gentle kind butler!
4. It grieves me to the heart,
Well-a-day! well-a-day!
From my friend to depart,
More is the pity!
Christmas, I fear 'tis thee
That thus forsaketh me:
Yet till one hour I see,
Will I be merry.
Well-a-day! well-a-day!
Which was my dearest friend,
More is the pity!
For with an heavy heart
Must I from thee depart,
To follow plow and cart
All the year after.
2. Lent is fast coming on,
Well-a-day! well-a-day!
That loves not anyone,
More is the pity!
For I doubt both my cheeks
Will look thin from eating leeks;
Wise is he then that seeks
For a friend in a corner.
3. And our good cheer is gone,
Well-a-day! well-a-day!
And turned to a bone,
More is the pity!
In my good master's house
I shall eat no more souse,1
Then give me one carouse,
Gentle kind butler!
4. It grieves me to the heart,
Well-a-day! well-a-day!
From my friend to depart,
More is the pity!
Christmas, I fear 'tis thee
That thus forsaketh me:
Yet till one hour I see,
Will I be merry.