When I wakened by an' by, the moon was in the sky,
An' all had gone an' lef me on the flure!
The freckened urrov massy! I swealed like any lassie,
Nor dursn't move an inch to rache the dhure!
For everywhere behoul' ye, black shaddas were aroun' me,
Till I was jus' gone fainted with the fear.
An' thrue as I am talkin' I saw them shaddas walkin'
Like keepin' time with chunes I couldn't hear.
Though bein' Christmas mornin', or near enough the
dawnin',
I might have knew they couldn't harm at all.
For isn't that night holy, that brought the Babe so lowly,
The very bases doin' obedience in their Stall?
But there I lay the freckened! Till one big shadda beckened,
Aw, then I cleant like lightning urrov that!
An comin' up the aisle, was Pazon, with a smile—
"Dear me," said he, "I had forgot me hat."
