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Pray give with this A Christmas kiss To aunties, three; And love to all, Both great and small, Who think of me.

'T is time that I My cradle try, Nurse takes the light, And strains her ken, To snatch my pen, So love, good night.

 

You go, I'm told, This winter cold, A journey, sir, 