Christmas carol

• All the Cratchit family drew

  Round the hearth
• He was a tight-fisted hand

  At the grindstone
• The spirit, stronger yet,

  Repulsed him
• Hard and sharp as

  Flint
• Mrs. Cratchit entered


  Flushed and smiling proudly
• Will you decide what men shall live


  What men shall die?
• Your lips are trembling

  Said the ghost
• They had better die and


  Decrease the surplus population
• The boy is ignorance. The girl is want

  Beware of them both
• He was conscious of a thousand thoughts, hopes and cares

  Long forgotten
• I should like to say a word or two


  To my clerk just now
• The phantom slowly,


  Gravely, silently, approached
• Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words


  Quoted by the spirit
• Scrooge listened to his dialogue

  In horror
• Spirit! Hear me!


  I am not the man I once was!
• If these shadows remain unaltered by the future

  The child will die
• I will nor shut out the lessons

  They teach
• I will honour Christmas in my whole heart


  And try to keep it all the year
• I am happy as an angel, I am as Merry as a school boy

  I am as giddy as a drunken man
• Scrooge regarded everyone


  With a drunken smile
• His own heart laughed

  and that was quite enough for him
• Scrooge was better than his word


  He did it all and infinitely more
• A solitary child, neglected by his friends

  Is left there still
• I fear you more than any


  Spectre i have seen
• Bah!


  Humbug!
• I wear the chain

  I forged in life
• You will be haunted by

  Three spirits
• The voice was


  Soft and gentle
• They were not a handsome family, they were not well dressed


  But they were happy
• These are the shadows of things that have been

  They are what they are, don't blame me
• It held a branch of fresh


  Green holly in its hand
• A strange voice bade him to enter

  He obeyed
• The spirit stood among the graves and


  Pointed down at one 'Ebenezer Scrooge.
• It's cheery voice, it's unconstrauned demeanour

  And it's joyful air
• A squeezing wrenching grasping scraping covetous

  Old sinner
• Mrs Cratchit dressed poorly in a twice turned grown


  But brave in ribbons which are cheap
• Every idiot who goes about Christmas on his lips


  Should be boiled with his own pudding
• Trembled more when he said that

  Tiny Tim was growing strong
• It was shrouded in a deep, black garment, which concealed


  It's head, it's face, it's form
• In easy state upon this couch sat

  A Jolly Giant