Through the air on a frosty night,
And catch the breezes as they blow
Till cheeks all ruddy and a glow,
You feel as though you’re a man of might,
And fly through the air as a thing of light,
Than stay at home and mope away
The length’ning night of a winter’s day.
For I am the wheeling king.
I am the wheeling king,
And it is, it is a glorious thing