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Wear-i-ly,
But upward still,
Soon the height
We shall gain,
Pull the sled
With might and main."
Struggling, toiling, up they go
Wearily over the ice and snow!
Then along
The level ground,
On they go
With a bound;
Merry shouts
Everywhere
Ringing through
The frosty air;
See the happy children go
Smoothly o'er the ice and snow!
See! they're dashing
Down the hill,
Boys are calling,
"Nell, be still!"
Teeth are chattering
In her head,
