Has set his hand on me;
Then I may eat the old horse,
And hope t’will tender be.
——:o:——
OH! THE MISTLETOE BOUGH.
The mistletoe hung on the castle hall,
The holly branch shone on the old oak wall,
And the baron’s retainers were blithe and gay;
And keeping their Christmas holiday:
The baron beheld with a father’s pride,