HOLLY.
THERE ARE DRIFTS ON THE HILL,
THERE IS ICE ON THE RIVER;
OH! HOLLY, 'TIS FOLLY
TO STAND THERE AND SHIVER.
YOUR FEET WILL BE FROSTED,
YOUR FINGERS WILL TINGLE;
COME, HOLLY, BE JOLLY,
AND SIT BY OUR INGLE.
WE'LL SHAKE OFF THE SNOW
FROM LEAF AND FROM BERRY;
YOU SHALL TWINE US A WREATH,
AND THEN WE'LL MAKE MERRY.
WE'LL WELCOME THE YULE
WITH FROLIC AND FOLLY;
YOU MUST JOIN IN THE REVELS,
SO, HOLLY, BE JOLLY.
CHINA ASTER.
ASTER, ARMED WITH AUTUMN SPLENDOR,
TH' GARDEN'S KNIGHT AND BOLD DEFENDER,
DOST THOU AWAIT A MARCHING ORDER?
OR ART THOU WATCHING ON THE BORDER?
THY FOEMAN, FROST, RIDES FAST AND FASTER,
HIS LANCE IS KEEN, BRAVE CHINA ASTER.
ASTER, ARMED WITH AUTUMN SPLENDOR,
TWO SHALL MEET AND ONE SURRENDER.
SOON UPON THEE, FROSTRATE, DYING,
SNOWS OF WINTER SHALL BE LYING;
CRUEL FROST WILL PROVE THY MASTER,
FAKE THEE WELL, FOOR CHINA ASTER.
