Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # Heap On More Wood! The Wind Is Chill 1. Heap on more wood! the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still, We'll keep our Christmas merry still, Each age has deem'd the new-born year The fittest time for festal cheer; And well our Christian sires of old Lov'd when the year its course had roll'd. 2. On Christmas Eve the bells were rung On Christmas Eve the Mass was sung That only night in all the year Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear. The damsel donn'd her kirtle sheen; The hall was dress'd with holly green Forth to the wood did merry men go To gather in the mistletoe. 3. Then open'd wide the baron's hall To vassal, tenant, serf and all Power laid his rod of rule aside, And ceremony doff'd his pride. All hail'd, with uncontroll'd delight And general voice, the happy night, That to the cottage, as the crown, Brought tidings of salvation down. 4. The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide; The huge hall-table's oaken face, Scrubb'd till it shone, the day to grace, Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then the grim boar's head frown'd on high, Crested with bays and rosemary. 5. The wassel round, in good brown bowls, Garnish'd with ribbons, blithely trowls; There the huge sirloin reek'd; hard by Plum-porridge stood, and Christmas pie. Then came the merry masquers in, And carols roar'd with blithesome din: If unmelodious was the song, It was a hearty note and strong. 6. England was Merry England, when Old Christmas brought his sports agen: 'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale; 'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale; A Christmas gambol oft would cheer The poor man's heart through half the year. England was Merry England, when Old Christmas brought his sports agen. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #