Sleighing with the Girls

Hurrah! For frosty winter nights,

The old moon shining clear,

When gallant school boys are seen,

Each with his favorite “dear:”

When Cupid scatted sundry darts,

The tide of pleasure whirls;

Oh, what delight, of a moonlight night,

A sliding with the Girls!

CHORUS:	Tramp! – kiss – Tramp! – stumble
	Another kiss and then a tumble!
	Hurrah! For lips and streaming curls,
	And a sliding with lovely girls.

There’s Tom, the wicked rogue,

Is “keeping step” with Kate!

Just watch their mode of courting so,

They’ll not get home at “eight!”

There’s George thrown headlong in the drift,

For Pulling Fannie’s curls.

He thinks that this is not amiss,

A sliding with the girls!

“Come here,” says Jack to Harriet,

“A secret for your ear!”

Just kisses her – and in the snow,

He’s thrown by Hattie dear,

As they both together roll,

‘Mid rich snow-covered curls,

Jack does not miss a snow drift kiss,

A sliding with the girls!

– Published in The Burlington Weekly Hawk-Eye, Burlington, Iowa, Saturday, February 8, 1862, p. 2.  This poem also appeared as “Sliding With The Girls” in The Pioneer and Democrat, St. Paul, Minnesota, Sunday Morning, February 16, 1862, p. 1.