The Christmas Goose SOURCE: Bob Pfeffer SOURCE'S SOURCE: Lani Herrmann (1985? FSGW Getaway) COMMENTS: A capella; group harmony needed on chorus TEXT: CHORUS (sung after each verse & twice at the end): All around the greenwood so early in the morn The merry merry huntsman blows his silver bugle horn. It was at an inn in Manchester, "The Cornstalks" was the sign, A famous public where commercials used to sleep and dine. A traveler one Christmas eve, as long had been his use, Called in to spend his holiday and choose his Christmas goose. Well, he sipped his glass of sherry and he smoked his mild cigar And chatted with the landlord and the customers at the bar And not a thought of wickedness did enter in his head Until the chambermaid came down to light him to his bed He followed her right close behind, he squeezed her on the stairs He kissed her by the chamber door before he said his prayers He gave to her a guinea to prevent her bein' vexed And then he blew the candle out, and you can guess the next. Next morn this gay Lothario discharged his little bill He tipped the boots and tossed the landlord for a parting gill And where he went to afterwards I really couldn't say Suffice he came to choose his goose the very next Christmas day. Next Christmas time came round again, which filled his heart with glee He rambled 'round from town to town, and strange sights did he see Until he come to Manchester, and put up for the night At "The Cornstalks", which twelve months before had filled him with delight. Well, he sauntered in the coffee room, as jaunty as could be Where many a rooster like himself was waitin' for his tea He ordered up the very best the landlord could produce And called the waiter back to say, "Now don't forget the goose!" Right speedily a tray was brought with eatables galore And by the selfsame chambermaid he'd kissed twelve months before But when he looked beneath the cloth, no eatables were piled Instead of eatables he found a big fat bumping child. Enraged at hearing others laugh, "What is this here?" says he "Come sit you down beside me, sir, and I'll tell you," says she. "Last year you was so generous, nay, do not think it strange. You gave to me a guinea; well, I've brought you back your change." RPf
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