Sleigh Song

G. W. Pettee

JINGLE, jingle, clear the way,

’T is the merry, merry sleigh!

As it swiftly scuds along.

Hear the burst of happy song;

See the gleam of glances bright,

Flashing o’er the pathway white!

Jingle, jingle, past it flies,

Sending shafts from hooded eyes,—

Roguish archers, I ’ll be bound,

Little heeding whom they wound;

See them, with capricious pranks,

Ploughing now the drifted banks;

Jingle, jingle, mid the glee

Who among them cares for me?

Jingle, jingle, on they go,

Capes and bonnets white with snow,

Not a single robe they fold

To protect them from the cold;

Jingle, jingle, mid the storm,

Fun and frolic keep them warm;

Jingle, jingle, down the hills,

O’er the meadows, past the mills,

Now ’t is slow, and now ’t is fast;

Winter will not always last.

Jingle, jingle, clear the way!

’T is the merry, merry sleigh.