Good Morn Faire Lady.
Good Morning to you.
For Christmas time has come so true.
When Leslie's head turns from her sleep
Awakes to sun and clear air to breathe
Night's gloom is shed and day begins.
Each wave that rolls upon her shore
Sends another breath to her who bore
Such fine children who grace her door
When then the year ends for hound and men
Dear Leslie will sing with all that who
Rejoice the New Year for me and you.
So join with Her on the happy day
That commemorates our Saviour's ways
And hug her dearly as she says,
Merry Christmas to all of you
And a grand and happy new year too.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
Good Morn Faire Lady.
Good Morning to you.
For Christmas time has come so true.
When Leslie's head turns from her sleep
Awakes to sun and clear air to breathe
Night's gloom is shed and day begins.
Each wave that rolls upon her shore
Sends another breath to her who bore
Such fine children who grace her door
When then the year ends for hound and men
Dear Leslie will sing with all that who
Rejoice the New Year for me and you.
So join with Her on the happy day
That commemorates our Saviour's ways
And hug her dearly as she says,
Merry Christmas to all of you
And a grand and happy new year too.
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