by Simani
Hark, what's that noise, out by the porch door?
Ah, come in lovely mummers, don't bother the snow,
Ah, there's big ones and small ones, tall ones and thin,
Ah, but that one's a stranger, if ever was one,
Oh, I suppose you fine mummers would turn down a drop,
"Well I suppose you can dance?" Yah, they all nod their heads. Ah, be careful the lamp, now hold on to the stove. Oh my God, how hot is it? We'll never know. Good night and good Christmas, mummers me dear, Please God we will see you next year.
Dear Granny, there's mummers, there's twenty or more.
Her old weathered face lightens up with a grin.
"Any mummers, nice mummers 'lowed in?"
We'll wipe up the water sure after you go.
And sit if yu can upon some mummers knee,
We'll see if we knows who ya be.
There's boys dressed as women and girls dressed as men.
With humps on their backs and mitts on their feet,
My blessed we'll die with the heat.
With his underware stuffed and his trapdoor undone.
Is he wearing his mother's big fourty-two bra?
I knows but I'm not gonna say.
Of home brew or alky, whatever you got.
Sure the one with his rubber boots on the wrong feet,
needs enough for to do him all week.
They've been tapping their feet ever since they came in.
And now that the drinks have been all passed around,
Sure the mummers are plankin' 'er down.
Don't you swing Granny hard, 'cause you know that she's old.
And never you mind how you buckles the floor,
'Cause the mummers have danced here before.
Allow that we'll all get the devil's own cold.
Good night and good Christmas, mummers me dear,
Please God, we will see you next year.
Please God we will see you next year.
[A Newfoundland Christmas][Christmas Recipes]
[Traditional Christmas Customs][Christmas Stories]