Here's two verses stuck together:

When the rude, wintry winds,
Nightly rain 'round our dwelling,
And the roar of the wind,
'Oer the night breeze is swelling,
So merrily we'll sing,
As the storm rambles o'er us,
'til the dear sheiling rings,
With a light and lilting chorus.

At least that's how I remember it. vl