NOW Candlemas is come at last, therefore my dearest friend,
Since Christmas time is almost past, I mean to make an end
Of this our mirth and merriment, and now the truth to tell,
He must be from our presence sent, O Christmas, now farewell.
Now Christmas will no longer stay, my very heart doth grieve,
Before from us he take his way, of him I’ll take my leave:

It is a time none of the least, as I the truth may tell,
For him we’ll make a worthy feast, then Christmas, now farewell.
With nappy ale both brown and stale, we’ll fill our bumpers full,
And pippins too as I am true, they make the best lambswool:
So fast and smooth it will go down, thy sorrow to expel,
And then at last when all is past, Christmas we’ll bid farewell.

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