Words: Eliza Cook (1818 - 1889)
Winter is here - Let us welcome him on,
Remember Old Christmas is near;
And when Christmas with all his gay feasting has gone,
Why then we've the merry New Year;
Here's a health to the rich who will give to the poor,
Let Plenty and Mercy ne'er part,
And though bitter winds blow through the white clouds of snow,
No Winter shall fall on the heart.
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