Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # In Honour Of Saint John We Thus 1. In honour of Saint John we thus Do keep good Christmas cheer; And he that comes to dine with us, I think he need not spare. The butcher he hath killed good beef, The caterer brings it in; But Christmas pies are still the chief If that I durst begin. 2. Our bacon hogs are full and fat To make us brawn and souse; Full well may I reject thereat To see them in the house But yet the minced pie it is That sets my teeth on water; Good mistress, let me have a bit, For I do long thereafter. 3. And I will fetch your water in To brew and bake withal, Your love and favour still to win When as you please to call. Then grant me, dame your love and leave To taste your pie-meat here; It is the best in my conceit Of all your Christmas-cheer. 4. The cloves and mace and gallant plums That here on heaps do die, [And prunes] as big as both my thumbs, Enticeth much mine eye. Oh, let me eat my belly-full Of your good Christmas-pie; Except thereat I have a pull, I think I sure shall die. 5. Good master, stand my loving friend, For Christmas-time is short, And when it comes unto the end I may no longer sport; Then while it doth continue here Let me such labour find, To eat my fill of that good cheer That best doth please my mind. 6. Then I shall thank my dame therefore, That gives her kind consent, That Jack your boy with others more May have this Christmas spent In pleasant mirth and merry glee, As young men most delight; For that's the only sport for me, And so God give you all good-night. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #