There was a kind small maiden, and she was fain to greet
Her Godpapa and Vicar with a little loving treat
So she counsell'd with her sisters, and all the three agreed,
And by an old acquaintance, a letter sent with speed;
Which when the Vicar open'd, he ponder'd o'er and o'er:
" The time I see is Wednesday, a quarter after four.
But when we're all assembled, what will the pastime be?
No word is here to say, but a Heart and Crown I see: —
A little Heart brimful of love, a Crown without a care:
O this is Christmas mirth indeed, I'll joyfully be there! "