Ho, a song by the fire! (Pass the pipes, fill the bowl!) Ho, a song by the fire! -- With a skoal! ... For the wolf wind is whining in the door-ways, And the snow drifts deep along the road, And the ice-gnomes are marching from their Norways, And the great white cold walks abroad. (Boo-oo-o! pass the bowl!) For here by the fire We defy frost and storm. Ha, ha! we are warm And we have our hearts' desire; For here's four good fellows And the beechwood and the bellows, And the cup is at the lip In the pledge of fellowship. Skoal! |