Strophe

 1   3|      your brother, Tiny Tim! And Martha warn't as late last Christmas
 2   3|         half-an-hour!'' ~"Here's Martha, mother!'' said a girl,
 3   3| appearing as she spoke. ~"Here's Martha, mother!'' cried the two
 4   3|    Hurrah! There's such a goose, Martha!'' ~"Why, bless your heart
 5   3|       everywhere at once. "Hide, Martha, hide!'' ~So Martha hid
 6   3|        Hide, Martha, hide!'' ~So Martha hid herself, and in came
 7   3|        frame! ~"Why, where's our Martha?'' cried Bob Cratchit, looking
 8   3|    coming upon Christmas Day!'' ~Martha didn't like to see him disappointed,
 9   3|    sweetened up the apple-sauce; Martha dusted the hot plates; Bob
10   3|         that bewildering income. Martha, who was a poor apprentice