Old Father Janevere

Now does jolly Janus greet your merriment;
For since the world's creation,
I never changed my fashion;
'Tis good enough to fence the cold:
My hatchet serves to cut my firing yearly,
My bowl preserves the juice of grape and barley:
Fire, wine, and strong beer, make me live so long here
To give the merry New-year a welcome in.

All the potent powers of plenty wait upon
You that intend to be frolic to-day:
To Bacchus I commend ye, and Ceres eke attend ye,
To keep encroaching cares away.

That Boreas' blasts may never blow to harm you;
Nor Hyems' frosts but give you cause to warm you:
Old father Janevere drinks a health to all here,
To give the merry New-year a welcome in.