A SONG OF THE SLEIGH
Oh, swift we go o’er the fleecy snow
When moonbeams sparkle round;
When hoofs keep time to music’s chime,
As merrily on we bound.
On a winter’s night, when hearts are light,
And health is on the wind,
We loose the rein and sweep the plain,
And leave our cares behind.
With a laugh and song we glide along