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See these mer-ry ones at play,

On this snowy New Year's Day:

How they run, and jump, and throw

Hand-fuls of the soft, white snow.

You should hear them laugh and shout

As they fling the snow about!

'Tis by Frank and Gus alone

That the balls are chief-ly thrown,

While their cou-sins make and bring

Other balls for them to fling.

Ka-tie is pre-par-ing thus,

Quite a store of balls for Gus;

But her mer-ry sis-ter May

From her task has run a-way,

All that heavy lump of snow,

At her cou-sin Gus to throw.

E-dith is not very bold,

And at first she fear-ed the cold;

Now at last you see her run

Down the steps to join the fun.