And the white woods dim, and the frosty air,
Shall ring with the skater’s song.
With a crew as bold as ever was told
For the wild and daring deed,
What can stay our flight by the fire’s red light,
As we move with lightning speed.
We heed not the blast who are flying as fast
As deer o’er the Lapland snow;
When the cold moon shines on snow-clad pines
And wintry breezes blow.