Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Happy Twelfth Night

May you find the baby in your King cake!

"Health, love and peace be all here in this place
By your leave we shall sing, concerning our King

Our King is well dressed in silks of the best
In ribbons so rare no king can compare

We have travelled many miles over hedges and stiles
In search of our King unto you we bring.

We have powder and shot to conquer the lot
We have cannon and ball to conquer them all.

Old Christmas is past, twelve tide is the last
And we bid you adieu, great joy to the new."

The King, traditional English song
Twelfth Night,The King Drinks by David Teniers the Younger

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