Down the road to London Town,
Came a flock of birdies brown
On Christmas Day, On Christmas Day;
Sweetly singing all the way,
Under clouds of silver gray,
Merry flock of birdies brown,
Flew along to London Town on Christmas Day.
Saddlebags a weighing down,
Rode a man to London Town
On Christmas Day, On Christmas Day;
Floating locks so golden gay,
Cheeks as pink as flow'rs in May,
Oh, the horseman riding down,
Singing into London Town on Christmas Day.
Gaily into London Town,
Danced a troop of children down
On Christmas Day, On Christmas Day;
Singing sweetly all the way,
Under clouds of silver gray,
Horseman, children, birdies brown,
Sped away to London Town on Christmas Day.
Thro' the streets of London Town,
Children sang and birdies brown
On Christmas Day, On Christmas Day;
Then the red-cheeked horseman gay,
(Thus the birds and children say,)
Scattered crumbs and presents down,
Thro' the streets of London Town on Christmas Day.
Special Feature: Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol :
Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to.
