Down from the hills and over the snow
Swift as a meteor's flash we go,
     Toboggan! Toboggan! Toboggan!
Down from the hills with our senses lost,
Jealous of cheeks that are kissed by the frost,
     Toboggan! Toboggan! Toboggan!
With snow piled high on housetop and hill,
O'er frozen rivulet, river, and rill,
Clad in her jacket of sealskin and fur,
Down from the hills I'm sliding with her,
     Toboggan! Toboggan! Toboggan!
Down from the hills, what an awful speed!
As if on the back of a frightened steed,
     Toboggan! Toboggan! Toboggan!
Down from the hills at the rise of the moon,
Merrily singing the toboggan tune,
     "Toboggan! Toboggan! Toboggan!"
Down from the hills like an arrow we fly,
Or a comet that whizzes along through the sky;
Down from the hills! Oh, isn't it grand!
Clasping your best winter girl by the hand,
     Toboggan! Toboggan! Toboggan!
Down from the hills and both growing old,
Down from the hills we are nearing the fold:
     Toboggan! Toboggan! Toboggan!
Close to the homestead we hear the ring
Of children's voices that cheerily sing,
     "Toboggan! Toboggan! Toboggan!"
Down from the hills and we hear the chime
Of bells that are ringing out Old Father Time;
Down from the hills we are riding away,
Nearing the life with its endless day;
     Toboggan! Toboggan! Toboggan!


This poem is in the public domain.