SANTA CLAUS
Once more again old Santa Claus,
In good old-fashioned style,
Has come to see his bonny bairns,
An’ bless them wi’ a smile.
Wi’ mirthful glee an sparkling e’e,
Merrily he did come,
Wi’ horses and sheep, cuddys and coos,
He cam’ rattling doon the lum.
An’ spite o’ the noise an’ din he made,
The bairns kep’ sleepin’ soun’ –
Naebody saw him cross ower the flair,
But the auld man in the moon.
He brocht wi’ him a Christmas- box,
To suit a girl or boy,
Wi’ thingummy-jigs, bells and rings,
An’ mony a curious toy.
He’d Jack-in-the-box an’ a jugglin’ mouse,
An’ a fancy spinning-top
Tiddly-winks an’ a ping-pong game,
Indian clubs an’ skipping rope.
But before the bairns had wakened up,
Good old Santa Claus,
Had vanished through the key-hole
An’ speedily jink’d awa’.
