It's Kesmas Agen Poem by William Baron

It's Kesmas agen !—an' ther's joy-notes i'th' bells,
As they ring eawt o'er th' hard-crusted snow ;
While cottage an' mansion are gaily decked eawt
Wi' holly an' green mistletoe.
It's th' season when mon should rejoice an’ be glad,
An' cubborts are filled wi' good cheer ;
Sooa drive care away, laff an' sing while yo may,
For Kesmas but comes once a year.

It's Kesmas agen ! —what a pleasure it is
To see smilin' faces areawnd;
An' th' breet glow o' comfort at every fireside,
Forms a contrast to th' snow-covered greawnd.
Throo mony a window yo'll yer sheawts o' mirth,
As homeward yo're mekkin yor way ;
While others yo'll yer joinin' in wi' good glee
I' th' words o' some owd Kesmas lay.

It's Kesmas agen !—lots o' tables 'll groan
Wi' th' weight o' th' good things 'at they beear ;
For tho' th' poorer classes fare humbly th' week throo,
They live weel for one day i'th' year.
O th' thowts o' ther labour are banished for th' time,
An' joy breetens mony a worn face,
As o'er th' cheerin' glass, song an' joke freely pass,
Till ther laffter re-echoes throo th' place.

It's Kesmas agen!—owd an' young, rich an’ poor,
Give it greetin' wi' quip, jest, an' smile ;
An' they'll o celebrate it, to th' best o' ther peawer,
I' th' gradely good owd-fashioned style.
It brings th' world its message o' Peace an' Goodwill,
An' meks us feel far better men ;
Sooa let joy an' mirth gladden up this dull earth,
For Kesmas is here once agen !