The cheerful hearth, in the hall of mirth,

We have gladly left behind⁠—

For a thrilling song is borne along

On the free and stormy wind.

Our hearts beating warm—we’ll laugh at the storm

When it comes in a fearful rage⁠—

“While with many a wheel on the ringing steel

A riotous game we will wage.”

By the starry light of a frosty night

We trace our onward way;