Christmas In CarrickOn the road the frost is glistenin', people stream from midnight mass,
Friendly candles glow in windows, strangers greet you as you pass;
Home again to the laden table, ham and goose and pints of beer,
Whiskey handed 'round in tumblers, Christmas comes but once a year.
Puddings made with eggs and treakles, seeded raisins and ground suet,
Save the bread crumbs and mixed spices, grated rind and plenty fruit;
Cinnamon, ginger, cloves and nutmeg, porter, brandy and old ale,