What pleasures can compare, &c

What pleasures can compare, To a sleighing with the fair, In the ev'ning, the ev'ning, in cold and frosty weather, When rapidly we go, As we gingle o'er the snow, And tantarrra, huzza! and tantarra, huzza! and tantarra sings ev'ry brave fellow.

When to Kingsbridge we get, And the turkey's on the spit, And we dance, boys, we dance, boys, and drive away all sorrow, 'Tis then your milk and tea Gives place to "strong sangree," And we banish, huzza! and we banish, huzza! and we banish the cares of to morrow.

When the turkey's roasted brown, To supper we sit down, And "keep it up," and "keep it up," sings ev'ry jovial fellow, With the wine glass in his hand, He never makes a stand, But guzzles, huzza! but guzzles, huzza! and guzzles it away until he's mellow.

Now for York again prepare, And the night is cold and clear, And we're stowing close, we're stowing close, because 'tis chilly weather— O then what sun we feel, When the sleigh it takes a heel. And we're huddl'd, huzza! and we're huddl'd, huzza! and we're huddl'd brave boys altogether.

'Tis then the ladies cry, O lud!—O dear!—O my!— And we scrabble, boys—we scrabble boys, all from the snowy weather: Then in the sleigh again, Do we scamper o'er the plain, And tantarra, huzza! and tantarra, huzza! and tantarra sings ev'ry brave fellow.