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;