Dear friends,
prithee attend this birthday feast.

In fair Islington upon the eighth hour,
be convened at the church tower.
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Where quince and mead abound,
no turkey shall be found.

Upon the setting of the sun,
an evening of victuals is begun.
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As evening turns to night,
departed are we for dancing and delight.

So prithee remember,
the 13th of December.