While Bikers Watched
Their Bikes By Nite
All Seated On The Ground
The Owner of Biker Match came down
And beer cans shone around
Fear not he said
For mighty dread
Had seized their drugged up minds
Great pills of joy to you i bring
Upon the saviors day
To you in Derby Ryan Bar
on 16th December
A pint or two is waiting for you
So make sure you REMEMBER
So now is come our joyful feast,Let every man be jolly;Each room with ivy leaves is dressed,And every post with holly.Though some churls at our mirth repine,Round your foreheads garlands twine,Drown sorrow in a cup of wine,And let us all be merry.In bikermatch
Now all our neighbors' chimneys smoke,And Christmas blocks are burning;Their ovens they with baked meats choke,And all their spits are turning.Without the door let sorrow lie,And if for cold it hap to die,We'll bury it in a Christmas pie,And evermore be merry.In bikermatch
Now bwb is wondrous trim,And no man minds his labor;Our rc have provided themA bagpipe and a tabor.Young men and maids, and girls and boys,Give life to one another's joys;And you anon shall by their noisePerceive that they are merry.IN bikermatch
Rank misers now do sparing shun,Their hall of music soundeth;And dogs thence with whole shoulders run,So all things aboundeth.The country-folk themselves advance,For crowdy-mutton's come out of France;And 2w's shall pipe and di shall dance,And all the town be merry.In bikermatch
Rube Swatch hath fetched his bands from pawn,And all his best apparel;Brisk matt hath bought a ruff of lawnWith droppings of the barrel.And those that hardly all the yearHad bread to eat or rags to wear,Will have both clothes and dainty fare,And all the day be merry.In bikermatch
Now poor bp to the justicesWith capons make their errands;And if they hap to fail of these,They plague them with their warrants.But now they feed them with good cheer,And what they want they take in beer,For Christmas comes but once a year,And then they shall be merry.In bikermatch
Good bikers on the country roadsThe poor, that else were undone;Some landlords spend their money worse,On lust and pride at London.There the roisters they do play,Drab and dice their land away,Which may be ours another day;And therefore let's be merry.IN bikermatch
Now oggy now his suit forbears,The prisoner's heart is eased;The debtor drinks away his cares,And for the time is pleased.Though others' purses be more fat,Why should we pine or grieve at that;Hang sorrow, care will kill a cat,And therefore let's be merry.In bikermatch
Hark how matt abroad do callEach other forth to rambling;Anon you'll see them in the hall,For nuts and apples scrambling;Hark how the roofs with laughter's sound,Anon they'll think the house goes round;For they the cellar's depths have found,And there they will be merry.In bikermatch
The wenches with their wassail-bowlsAbout the streets are singing;The boys are come to catch the owls,The wild mare in is bringing.Our kitchen boy hath broke his box,And to the dealing of the oxOur honest neighbors come by flocks,And here they will be merry.In bikermatch
Now kings and queens poor sheep-cotes have,And drink with everybody;The honest now may play the knave,And wise men play at noddy.Some youths will now a mumming go,Some others play at Rowland-hoe,And twenty other gameboys moe;Because they will be merry.In bikermatch
Then wherefore in these merry daysShould we, I post, be duller?No, let us sing some roundelaysTo make our mirth the fuller.And whilst we thus inspired sing,Let all the streets with echoes ring;Woods, and hills, and everythingBear witness we are merry.
merry xmas bikermatch
Jeezus RC that was good... and I mean good. If I tried for years at my very best I couldn't come near to stuff like that. Pure poetry hon. Absolutely brill
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