Jack Frost by John Liptrot Hatton — Lyrics

Who hath bound the deep, deep river? Who hath made the old oak shiver? Who hath wrapped the world in snow? Who hath made the wild winds blow? Sharp Jack Frost! Who doth ride on the snowy drift, When the night wind's keen and swift, O'er the land and o'er the sea, Bent on mischief, Who is he? Sharp Jack Frost! Who doth strike, with icy dart, The wayworn traveller to the heart? Who doth make the ocean wave The seaman's home, the seaman's grave? Sharp Jack Frost! Who doth prowl at midnight hour, Like a thief around the door, Through each crack and crevice creeping, Through each crack and crevice creeping, Through the very keyhole peeping, Who doth prowl at midnight hour, Like a thief around the door? Who hath bound the deep, deep river? Who hath made the old oak shiver? Who hath wrapped the world in snow? Who hath made the wild winds blow? Sharp Jack Frost! Who doth ride on the snowy drift, When the night wind's keen and swift, Who is he? Who is he? Sharp Jack Frost!