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;
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As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
Or Bees, at Christmas show —
So fairy — so fictitious
The individuals do
Repealed from observation —
A Party that we knew —
More distant in an instant
Than Dawn in Timbuctoo.