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’En Ma said ’at in the mornin’ if we’d look down on the sacks

’At they’d be ’ist full of soot where Santa Claus had made his tracks;

Billy Peeble stood there, lookin’! An’ he told me afterwurds

He was scairt he’d wake right up an’ be at Overseer Bird’s.

Well, ’en she hung our stockin’s up an’ after w’ile she said:

“Now, you an’ Billy Peeble better go right off to bed,

An’ if you hear a noise tonight, don’t you boys make a sound,

’Cause Santa Claus don’t never come with little boys around!”

So me an’ Billy went to bed, an’ Billy Peeble, he

Could hardly go to sleep at all—’ist tossed an’ tossed. You see

We had such w’ite sheets on the bed an’ he said afterwurds

They never had no sheets at all at Overseer Bird’s.

So we ’ist laid an’ talked an’ talked. An’ Billy ast me who

Was Santa Claus. An’ I said I don’t know if it’s all true,

But people say he’s some old man who ’ist loves little boys

An’ keeps a store at the north pole with heaps an’ heaps of toys

W’ich he brings down in a big sleigh, with reindeers for his steeds,