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'' _ Now I wonder , '' with a flicker Of the Old Ford in his eyes As he watched the snow come thicker , `` Are the angels warm and rosy When the snow-storms fill the skies , As in summer when the sun Makes their cloud-beds warm and cosy ? And I wonder if they 're sleeping Through this bitter winter weather Or aloft their watches keeping , As the shepherds told of them , Hosts and hosts of them together , Singing o'er the lowly stable , In that little Bethlehem ! _ '' '' _ Ford Bereton _ . '' `` Kit Kennedy , ye are a lazy ne'er - do-weel -- lyin ' snorin ' there in your bed on the back o ' five o'clock . Think shame o ' yoursel ' ! '' And Kit did . He was informed on an average ten times a day that he was lazy , a skulker , a burden on the world , and especially on the household of his mother 's cousin , Mistress MacWalter of Loch Spellanderie .