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Burns sang of joys of Hallowe'en

But in Canada is often seen

By far more jolly times than these

At logging raising, paring bees,

For here the youth is not afraid

To trip it with a pretty maid,

For this at night is his reward

For working at the bee so hard,

And oft times till the break of day

At forfeits they will merry play,

For he doth win e'en though he miss,

If from sweet lass he gets a kiss,

But in its place doth justly prize

His tea and cakes and pumpkin pies.

When winter comes it brings no gloom

But makes fresh pleasures spring and bloom,

For when the youth longs for a bride

He gives his girl a grand sleigh ride,

Which to them both doth pleasures bring

While merry sleigh bells cheery ring,

And with the fair maid of his choice

He graceful skates with her on ice,

Charming mode of locomotion

Gliding o'er a polished ocean,

Such joys they soon do love evolve,

And they on union do resolve,

He is happy with his chosen,

For warm love gets never frozen.

And young folks oft they do take pride,

How swift they down the hill can glide,

And they bravely dare the frost king

So they may enjoy the coasting,

Each striving for to lead the van

In the swift shooting toboggan.

And on the ice men love to hurl

The polished blocks to skilful curl,

And curlers all do proudly claim

Their's is a manly healthy game,

And in Canadians you trace

A generous, hardy and brave race.

And brilliant as a fairy hall

Is scenes on ice at carnival,

Before the gale in an ice boat

It swiftly o'er the ice doth float,

The sensation is you fly

Like lightning shooting through the sky.

In summer time the youth do toss

The baseball and do play lacrosse,

And tradition doth for it claim

That 'tis an ancient Indian game,

And if a foe invade we can,

Drive them back with clubs Canadian.