An’ the ringle,
Raises lowest spirits high!
Hark! the tingle,
Jingle, tingle!
As the cutter dashes by!
When the moon is bright a-shinin’ an’ a-sparkle is the snow,
’Tis the plainest invitation just invitin’ one to go
For a rollic an’ a frolic ’hind a pair of prancin’ steeds,—
The very kind of tonic that a tired body needs,—
How the jingle,