From: The American Beacon, Norfolk, December 24, 1817:
A Song of the Season, To be sung to any tune that suits the measure.
-BEWARE OF EGG-NOG-
While the little boys cry ‘merry Christmas is coming,’
Shall I be as dull as a water-drunk log?
No! I’ll sing you a song (for we bards must be humming)
And the burden shall still [...]

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