THE BLACK FROST HAS BROKEN AT LAST.
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The black frost has broken at last, The days of our sadness have passed, The warm rain is falling so soft on the ground: Here’s a health to the horse, Here’s a health to the hound, Here’s a health to the hunting horn’s glorious sound, And we meet at the squire’s i’ the morning. Ye skaters away with your skates, The Ice-King hath ended his fêtes, Put your skates in your cupboards and fasten the locks, And bring out your hunters From stall and from box, For once more we’ll go hunting the little red fox, And we meet at the squire’s i’ the morning.
