The Savoy . Oh- Together . Its hard work a-Christmassing, Carolling, Singin songs about the Babe whats born. 2nd Voice :When yeve eered the bailiffs and upon the latch,And yeve feeled the rain a-trickling through the thatchAn yr man cant git no stones to break ner yit no sheep to watch- 86 Oh- THE SAVOYTogether: We got to come a-Christmassing, Carolling, Singin of the Shepherds on that morn. yd Voice, more cheerfully :E was a man s poor as us, very near,An E ad is trials and danger, An I think E 11 think of us when E sees us singing ere ;For is mother was poor like us, poor dear,An she bore hi
The Savoy . Oh- Together . Its hard work a-Christmassing, Carolling, Singin songs about the Babe whats born. 2nd Voice :When yeve eered the bailiffs and upon the latch,And yeve feeled the rain a-trickling through the thatchAn yr man cant git no stones to break ner yit no sheep to watch- 86 Oh- THE SAVOYTogether: We got to come a-Christmassing, Carolling, Singin of the Shepherds on that morn. yd Voice, more cheerfully :E was a man s poor as us, very near,An E ad is trials and danger, An I think E 11 think of us when E sees us singing ere ;For is mother was poor like us, poor dear,An she bore him in a manger. Togetlier :Oh— It s warm in the heavens but its cold upon the earth ; An we aint no food at table nor no fire upon the hearth ; And it s bitter hard a-Christmassing; Carolling; Singin songs about our Saviours birth ; Singin songs about tJw Babe w/iats born ; Singin of the slieplierds on that morn. Ford Madox DOCTOR AND PATIENT Pi= HE doctor sat at the bedside of his old friend, now his patient,who was dying, inevitably dying. Accustomed as he was tothe presence of death, this passing away of a man to whomhe was bound by the tie of a thousand common associationsadded a freshness to its aspect, to its profound mysteries, itsterrors. He was inexpressibly sorry. Still, at this criticalmoment, with the pale image of the invalid before him, while breathing theatmosphere of the sick room, his thoughts were remote from the bedside; hewas preoccupied by another grief. The patient had realized his fate, he knew that he was on the pointof dying, that the thing was inevitable, and he was reconciled. He waited onthe threshold of death, calmly, without fear; he seemed to feel the gradualabsorption of his soul into the unknown, to be conscious of a gradual efface-ment, and the sensation filled him only with a benign curiosity. With the quickened sensitiveness of an invalid the sick man understoodthat hi
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