We don’t want any thanks. Christmas is the time whin we do things fer the pleasure o’ doin’ ’em. An’ we’re that glad ’bout Dannie we feel like doin’ a whole lot more.
Of all the merry Christmas days
That Dannie ever did see,
Tomorrow’ll be the best, you’ll see,
Of any he ever did see,
’Cause Dannie can see, you see.
Mrs. O’B.:
Now, Patsy, do be quittin’ makin’ up such foolishniss in yer silly head. Santy Claus won’t be after bringin’ ye any prisint if ye don’t behave.
Patsy:
Little Patsy,—watsy—wause,