Song Of Old Kriss

flMMtVKlt the mounlaiu, and over the plam, PB Hcre I come laden with jjoodics ï.nn : HVp Over the house-top all covcred with snow, NrF Stopping to look down the chimncysyou know ; l.istenin to luid il the childrcn are slceping, Then cautiouslydown tothe fire-placecrcepini;; Then peertDg arouiul :it the wee trundlt-bod, Where softly is pillowcil cnch tweet liltle heatl. Oli, oft ilo I'hear them talk out in their sleep, c)l' the ilolls llu-y will ïct and the nicewoolly shecp, i f the jruns, of the soldlers, the skatcs and the sleiylis Thmt wil! rin dan aeli hu m th ay holidavs. r!n-n. qaick -ts .1 tlash, 1 lro] down on one knec, Au.l open my pack and then trim up the tree; Aml befen picttv doll in her eradle stop rocking, I lili lo the top ev'ery little one's Itocklu ; lïut one thing 1 hoje is by all understood, lh.it 1 onlv DJ visits to tliose who aregood; llien blddiOg tdiU to my dcar little fricmls W i work in each home very pleasantly end. When up through the cliinincy, and out in the snow, Awy o'cr llic houses I incrrily go.