Away! on the glist’ning plain we go,
With our steely feet so bright;
Away! for the north winds keenly blow
And winter’s out to-night.
With the stirring shout of the joyous rout
To the ice-bound stream we hie;
On the river’s breast, where snow flakes rest,
We’ll merrily onward fly!
Our fires flame high; by their midnight glare
We will wheel our way along;