Salt cod on the flake, fresh bread on the stove.
Children wrapped warm as they head off to school.
Everyone follows the Golden Rule.
Men all gone off, and the sea is so flat,
Pretty well sure that they all will come back.
It’ll soon be time to put the tree up.
The Mummers will come, we’ll all have a cup.
Good people everywhere, none better than these.
Maudie Parsons goes by as I drops to me knees.
Got to give thanks for all we received.
We haven’t got much, but we have got a lot.
There’s snow in the windows, the lighthouse is bright.
My old man is coming back later tonight.
He’ll want lots of grub, and a light for his pipe.
He’s not much to look at, but gold in my sight.
Salt cod on the flakes, fresh bread on the stove.
Children wrapped warm as they head off for school.
Everyone follows the Golden Rule.
Good people everywhere, none better than these.
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