YULE TIDE BLUE. 

  

My credit is spent,
My cracker is burst,
With needles dropping,
And Fairy drooping 
Oh woe is Me,
Now our Wishbone has been broken,
Although We'll still follow the Stars of our own,
Amid the ash 'n' Games of Santa's Sherry stains,
The little Donkey did not show,
Oh woe is Me,
Between Cakes and Carols,
When eleven lords are leaping,
With nine Maids a-milking,
Then We'll all step forward,
Penniless and blue.