Young Hannah lived on a mountain farm
In lone and dreary spot
Not a house in sight for miles around
But the one her father got

'Tis New Years Eve at the Village inn
There's a merry ball tonight
The air is cold and frosty out
But the hearths are warm inside

Young Hannah waits with anxious eyes
As well as anxious ears
Then dashing up to the farm house door
Young Charlie Slay appears

Her mother says, "Now daughter dear
This blanket around you fold
For 'tis a dreadful night abroad
And you'll catch your death of cold."

Hannah cried, "Oh no, no, no."
She laughed like a gypsy queen
"If I wear that doggone blanket Ma
I never will be seen."

"I have my little cloak to wear
It's lined you know throughout
And have this little silken scarf
To wrap my face about

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She froze just like a monument
And had no power to stir
He spoke her name again and again
But she answered not a word

So Charlie turned the horse around
And soon they reached the door
Poor Hannah being frozen
Fell exhausted to the floor

Her father wept a bitter tear
At seeing her this way
He knelt right down and stroked her brow
And tenderly he did say,

"Get up offen that floor Hannah
Them hogs has gotta be fed
Why they ain't the ones to do the chores
With you aplayin' dead

There's pigs and geese in the parlor
And and the dog's layin' in your bed
So get up offen that floor Hannah
Them hogs has gotta be fed."