Last Christmas when we talked of this,
Old Farmer Simpson did maintain,
That in her womb the infant wrought
| 1827 | |
| No more I know, I wish I did, And I would tell it all to you; | 1798 |
No more I know, I wish I did,
And I would tell it all to you;
| 1827 | |
| There's none that ever knew: | 1798 |
There's none that ever knew: