With some poor dev'l, not worth, I hear
Enough to pay the parson's fee;
But Christmas comes but once a year.
The servants, too, must have their rout
(I love to see them gay and glad);
But then they needn't all have got
So very drunk—and very mad;
And give one warning "then and there,"
And bid me "take my beef and beer;"
And beg I'd "pay their wages up:"—