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Our snow queen sad is snowy clad She’s making a doleful din But let her howl till she cracks her jowl We will not let her in!
Aye, let her lift from the billowy drift Her fairy brilliant form And sweetly stand—with heart in hand Outstretching to the storm
Let her push at the door, in the chimney roar And rattle at the window pane Let her spy on us with her icicle eyes She will not entrance gain
Let her gnaw forsooth with her freezing tooth On our roof tiles, till she tires But we’ll not care a whit As we jovial sit before our blazing fires
Sad but remembering the fire child She giggled and said, isn’t this wild?
Tom Noel—Winter [paraphrased]
Our snow queen sad is snowy clad She’s making a doleful din But let her howl till she cracks her jowl We will not let her in!
Aye, let her lift from the billowy drift Her fairy brilliant form And sweetly stand—with heart in hand Outstretching to the storm
Let her push at the door, in the chimney roar And rattle at the window pane Let her spy on us with her icicle eyes She will not entrance gain
Let her gnaw forsooth with her freezing tooth On our roof tiles, till she tires But we’ll not care a whit As we jovial sit before our blazing fires
Sad but remembering the fire child She giggled and said, isn’t this wild?
Tom Noel—Winter [paraphrased]