By this day's train they're coming down.
I know I was a leetle sprung
That night, and by their note it's clear,
I've asked them all five to my house:
But Christmas comes but once a year.
My wife, in honour of the time,
Would have a friendly Christmas ball;
They've danced a hole right through the floor,
And ruined quite the party wall.
And daughter Ann has fall'n in love