'Twas a calm, still night and the big full moon Looked down with smile serene; And his watchful eye observed all things, And he called it a curious scene. All agreed 'twas a fine night for the dance,— We all were so light-hearted; Light-headed? No! but we wished to go And dance, so off we started.
The night was fair and the watchful moon Shone almost bright as day; So Jack, he harnessed the old white mare And hitched her to the sleigh. The old horse clipped a lively time Over the snow so cold, Like a frisky colt,—though the old horse Was twenty-five years old.
Oh, the pure delight of that moon-lit drive As we dashed the plains across,— And chung, chung, chung, went the merry bells, The while the old white horse Kept merry time to the tuneful bells As over the snow we sped; And the soft and gentle zephyrs blew, And the moon its radiance shed.
The time flew by on rapid wings. As it does when on pleasure bent; And it was in the "wee small hours" Before we homeward went. Twas a beautiful, beautiful, evening, And the moon looked down so kind; The world seemed full of music And poetry combined.
