The sparkling snow lies firm and white:
Tie on the shoes, no time to lose,
We must be over the hill to-night.
Hilloo, hilloo, hilloo, hilloo!
Swiftly in single file we go,
The city is soon left far below:
Its countless lights like diamonds glow,
And as we climb we hear the chime
Of church bells stealing o'er the snow.
Hilloo, hilloo, hilloo, hilloo!