The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 4, Issue 8 (December 1, 1929)

Sunny Bhoy

Sunny Bhoy.

Father O'Christmas you've got a way wid yer,
We're all impatience to join in the play wid yer,
Bet your sweet life we are game to go gay wid yer,
Father O'Christmas Me bhoy.
Father O'Christmas let's fill a glass wid yer,
Let's take your flipper and make a gay pass wid yer,
Toss off a bumper of joy on the grass wid yer,
Father O'Christmas Me bhoy.
Father O'Christmas none can compare wid yer,
Let's make a party and go to the fair wid yer,
You've got a way that amounts to a “flair” wid yer,
Father O'Christmas Me bhoy.
Father O'Christmas we'd like to be more wid yer,
Let's have a dance and a prance round the floor wid yer,
Chase round the chimneys and rooftops galore wid yer,
Father O'Christmas Me bhoy.
Father O'Christmas let's run away wid yer,
Let's make a party and go for the day wid yer,
By rail's the way that will pay when we play wid yer,
Father O'Christmas Me Bhoy.

In conclusion, dear reader, let us hope that Father O'Christmas will “sock” you well and truly on Christmas Eve. When you trip with him by rail there will be no changing at the junction of joyous anticipation and merry realisation.