Sleigh Ride

From Innerleithen to Crieff,
You'll be gaspin for breith.
Sneezin an freezin
Your chatterin teeth
Till that mug of hot wine
That thaws you beneath.
And now Christmas a-coming!
The rush of relief.

Call down the children,
And brush-up the gong.
Gather round hearthsides
The whole evening long.
Give cheer to strangers,
Invite them along.
We'll make fine amends,
Ease our sorrow with song.