Christmas Has Come, Let'S Eat And Drink, This Is No Time To Sit And Think; Farewell To Study, Books And Pen, And Welcome To All Kinds Of Men. Let All Men Now Get Rid Of Care, And What One Has Let Others Share; Then 'Tis The Same, No Matter Which Of Us Is Poor, Or Which Is Rich. Let Each Man Have Enough This Day, Since Those That Can Are Glad To Pay; There'S Nothing Now Too Rich Or Good For Poor Men, Not The King'S Own Food. Now Like A Singing Bird My Feet Touch Earth, And I Must Drink And Eat. Welcome To All Men: I'll Not Care What Any Of My Fellows Wear; We'll Not Let Cloth Divide Our Souls, They'll Swim Stark Naked In The Bowls. Welcome, Poor Beggar: I'll Not See That Hand Of Yours Dislodge A Flea,, While You Sit At My Side And Beg, Or Right Foot Scratching Your Left Leg. Farewell Restraint: We Will Not Now Measure The Ale Our Brains Allow, But Drink As Much As We Can Hold. We'll Count No Change When We Spend Gold; This Is No Time To Save, But Spend, To Give For Nothing, Not To Lend. Let Foes Make Friends: Let Them Forget The Mischief-Making Dead That Fret The Living With Complaint Like This, "He Wronged Us Once, Hate Him And His." Christmas Has Come; Let Every Man Eat, Drink, Be Merry All He Can. Ale'S My Best Mark, But If Port Wine Or Whisky'S Yours, Let It Be Mine; No Matter What Lies In The Bowls, We'll Make It Rich With Our Own Souls. Farewell To Study, Books And Pen, And Welcome To All Kinds Of Men.