  Bleak and chill! Bleak and chill! Winter winds are bound to blow, Thru the valley, o’er the hill At their will. Winter wind! Do be kind! I know little children four The wolf stands ever howling At their door. Winter wind! Oh, be kind! Just to those who lack for food, You devour their scanty fuel In such mood. Bleak and chill! Bleak and chill! Tho your winds must ever blow, Teach the heart of him who hath All the woe. |
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