The cooks shall be busied, by day and by night,
In roasting and boiling, for taste and delight,
Their senses in liquor that’s happy they’ll steep,
Though they be afforded to have little sleep;
They still are employed for to dress us, in brief,
Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc’d-pies, and roast beef.
Although the cold weather doth hunger provoke,
‘Tis a comfort to see how the chimneys do smoke;
Provision is making for beer, ale, and wine,
For all that are willing or ready to dine:
Then haste to the kitchen for diet the chief,
Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc’d-pies, and roast beef.
All travellers, as they do pass on their way,
At gentlemen’s halls are invited to stay,
Themselves to refresh and their horses to rest,
Since that he must be old Christmas’s guest;
Nay, the poor shall not want, but have for relief
Plum-pudding, goose, capon, minc’d-pies, and roast beef.
