John Byrom

With more of thanks and less of thought,
I strive to make my matters meet;
To seek read more

With more of thanks and less of thought,
I strive to make my matters meet;
To seek what ancient sages sought,
Physic and food in sour and sweet,
To take what passes in good part,
And keep the hiccups from the heart.

Christians awake, salute the happy morn
Whereon the Saviour of the world was born.

Christians awake, salute the happy morn
Whereon the Saviour of the world was born.

For no one cares for matrimonial cooings,
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.

For no one cares for matrimonial cooings,
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.

Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!

Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!

His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.

His eyes
Were with his heart. and that was far away.