JACK FROST, A SONG
THE WORDS AND MUSIC COMPOSED FOR MERRY’S MUSEUM.
Andante.
1
Who hath killed the pretty flow’rs,
Born and bred in summer bowers;
Who hath ta’en away their bloom
Who hath swept them to the tomb?
Jack Frost, Jack Frost.
2
Who hath chased the birds so gay,
Lark and linnet, all away?
Who hath hushed their joyous breath,
And made the woodland still as death?
Jack Frost—Jack Frost.
3
Who hath chilled the laughing river?
Who doth make the old oak shiver?
Who hath wrapped the world in snow?
Who doth make the wild winds blow?
Jack Frost—Jack Frost.
4
Who doth ride on snowy drift
When the night wind’s keen and swift—
O’er the land and o’er the sea—
Bent on mischief—who is he?
Jack Frost—Jack Frost.
5
Who doth strike with icy dart,
The way-worn traveller to the heart?
Who doth make the ocean-wave—
The seaman’s home—the seaman’s grave?
Jack Frost—Jack Frost.
6
Who doth prowl at midnight hour
Like a thief around the door,
Through each crack and crevice creeping,
Through the very key-hole peeping?
Jack Frost—Jack Frost.
7
Who doth pinch the traveller’s toes?
Who doth wring the school-boy’s nose?
Who doth make your fingers tingle?
Who doth make the sleigh bells jingle?
Jack Frost—Jack Frost.
ROBERT MERRY’S MUSEUM.