The Merry Sleigh Bells.

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Hark! hark! hear ye not from the valley below,
The music that floats o'er the glittering snow;
'Tis sweeter than summer's soft hum of the bees,
Or spring zephyr's carol, mid'st blossoming trees,
Than warbling of earliest song birds more clear,
For it tells us the lone wand'rer is some kindred is near.

How it lingers! it dies; now redoubled it swells!
[unknown] ye not, 'tis the ring of the merry sleigh bells;
The merry sleigh bells, the merry sleigh bells,
The merry, merry sleigh bells, the merry, merry sleigh bells.

The steed swift and proud, as the noble reindeer,
Erecting his crest, dashes on without fear;
Like a light skimmering bark, o'er the silvery tide,
Smooth o'er the bright track, see the bonny sleight glide.

The sportsman now pauses to catch the sweet sound,
The chas'd deer has halted, — arrested the hounds!
All nature is mute, and in extacy dwells,
To hear echo answer the merry sleigh bells;
The merry sleigh bells, the merry sleigh bells,
The merry, merry sleigh bells, the merry, merry sleigh bells.

Arrived at the cot, ere day-beams expire,
Now cheer'd by the blaze of the hickory fire;
Fond greetings of friendship exchang'd with delight,
There gladden each heart, by the flickering light.

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The bonntoous repast with a welcome is crown'd
While the song, jest, or laugh, passes joyous round.
And the young maiden lists, as her first lover tells
A tale that is sweet as the merry sleigh bells;
The merry sleigh bells, the merry sleigh bells,
The merry, merry sleigh bells, the merry, merry sleigh bells.