For merry Ned, for merry Ned,
A waxen doll, for pretty Poll,
You’ll find among my treasures.
(Spoken.) But, bless you, I don’t sing very loud, for I know that “Little pitchers have big ears,” and I wouldn’t have them hear me for the world. Ah, many and many a time I’ve heard a soft voice in the middle of the night, cry out, “Who’s there?” Ah, ha! Then I creep about softly, and sing very low,—
I’m Santa Claus, &c.
The boys and girls in me delight,
In me delight, in me delight;
They hang their stockings in the night
To wait my midnight coming.
With generous store I fill them all,