JACK FROST.
SLIDE, slide; the ice is strong,
Merrily, merrily slide along,
All with our cheeks as fresh as roses,
And our fingers as blue as our noses;
As for our feet we hardly feel them,
And our chilblains, the snow must heal them.
Merrily, merrily, slide along;
The sun shines bright, but the ice is strong.
Ice so smooth, and solid, and black,
With never a weed, or hole, or crack!
There go the skaters, tall young men,
Cutting our slides up, now and then;
Don't I like to see one of them fall,
Just for a little harmless sprawl!
Then up again, and away they go,
When I'm a big fellow, I'll do just so,
Never minding the jeers or the pain,
Tumble up, and be at it again!
All ready, lads; the slides are long,
The coast's all clear, and the ice is strong.
Slide away, for there's snow in the air,
And the wind keeps shaking the willows bare;
When the wind drops, down comes the snow,
Then, what of our sliding, I'd like to know;
Who cares! With a broom, and a will, and a way
We'll keep the ice clear at least, today.
Merrily, merrily, slide along,
The north wind 's sharp, but the ice is strong