Evenings we knew, Happy as this; Faces we miss, Pleasant to see. Kind hearts and true, Gentle and just, Peace to your dust! We sing round the tree. Care, like a dun, Lurks at the gate: Let the dog wait; Happy we'll be! Drink, every one; Pile up the coals, Fill the red bowls, Round the old tree! Drain we the cup-- Friend, art afraid? Spirits are laid In the Red Sea. Mantle it up; Empty it yet; Let us forget, Round the old tree. Sorrows, begone! Life and its ills, Duns and their bills, Bid we to flee. Come with the dawn, Blue-devil sprite. Leave us to-night, Round the old tree. OF THIS BOOK 200 COPIES WERE PRINTED FOR THOMAS NAST FAIRBANKS BY HAL MARCHBANKS IN DECEMBER 1910 * * * * * * Transcriber's note: There were no changes made by the transcriber.