Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - A Christmas Carol lyrics

I hear along our street   Pa** the minstrel throngs;   Hark! they play so sweet, On their hautboys, Christmas songs!   Let us by the fire   Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!   In December ring   Every day the chimes;   Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes.   Let us by the fire   Ever higher Sing them till the night expire.   Shepherds at the grange,   Where the Babe was born,   Sang, with many a change, Christmas carols until morn.   Let us by the fire   Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!   These good people sang   Songs devout and sweet;   While the rafters rang, There they stood with freezing feet.   Let us by the fire   Ever higher Sing them till the night expire.   Nuns in frigid veils   At this holy tide,   For want of something else, Christmas songs at times have tried.   Let us by the fire   Ever higher Sing them fill the night expire!   Washerwomen old,   To the sound they beat,   Sing by rivers cold, With uncovered heads and feet.   Let us by the fire   Ever higher Sing them till the night expire.   Who by the fireside stands   Stamps his feet and sings;   But he who blows his hands Not so gay a carol brings.   Let us by the fire   Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!