This bleak and frosty morning

This bleak and frosty morning, All thought of danger scorning, Our spirits briskly flow, All in a glow, Thro' the sparkling snow, While a skaiting we go, With a fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, To the sound of the merry horn.

From right to left we're plying, Swifter than winds we're flying, Spheres on spheres surrounding, Health and strength abounding: In circles we sleep, Our poise dill we keep, Behold how we sweep The face of the deep. With a fa, la, la, &c.

Great Jove looks on us smiling, Who thus the time beguiling, Where the waters he seal, Still rove on our keel, Our weapons are steel, And no danger we feel, With a fa, la, la, &c.

See, see, our train advances, See how each skaiter lances, Health and strength abounding, While horns and hautboys sounding, The Tritons shall blow, Their couch-shells below, And their beards fear to show, While a skaiting we go, With a fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, To the sound of the merry horn.