But Christmas comes but once a year.

In drinking, I'm most moderate:

Oh! my poor head: oh, dear! oh, dear!

Why did I taste that nasty punch?

But Christmas comes but once a year.

I do not often play the fool,

And join in romps with younger folks;

But where's the stoic can resist

When pretty lips so sweetly coax?

"Come, nunks, one game at Blindman's-buff;