O traveller bold, from lands afar
Where mortal fires and hearthsides are
Pray linger here 'mid frost and pine
Where star light on the snows doth shine
Beyond the winds that keenly call
Lies cheer and mirth within this hall
Where bells do chime and laughter stays
To warm the long and wintry days
So step thee forth with heart aglow
And tread these paths of drifted snow
For all who roam, both young and old
Find joy and welcome at the pole