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Brewster: Ballads and Songs of Indiana
Full many a well-known sleigh passed by, And a well-known voice she heard;
When dashing up to the cottage door Young Charlotte's6 sleigh appeared. |
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"In the village fifteen miles away There's a merry ball tonight."
"0 daughter dear!" the mother said, "This blanket around you fold; The wind is blowing chill and wild, You'll catch your death of cold."
"0 nay, 0 nay!" the daughter cried,
As she laughed like a gypsy queen,
"To ride in blankets muffled up I never would be seen."
With cloak and bonnet already on
She stepped into the sleigh, And away they rode through the mountain air
And o'er the hills away.
"Such a night," said Charles, "I never saw;
These lines I scarce can hold." Young Charlotte said in these few words, "I'm growing very cold."
He cracked his whip and urged his steeds
Much faster than before, And live more long and weary miles
In silence they passed o'er.
"How fast," said Charles, "the frozen air
Is gathering round my brow!" Young Charlotte said in these few words, "I'm growing warmer now. |
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