But the best part of that night,
By the bright fire-light,
While the Christmas stock did burn,
We danced forth and back as light as a feather,
Spinning and keeping good time together,
To the music of the ‘turn.’[55]
And we never felt weary that night at all,
While the holly and bays
Hung so gay on the wall.
“We pull’d out the yarn as even and fine,