Collected by Bob Blackston For M. C. Parler
Sung by Ruth Blackston Green Forest, Arkansas November, 1959
Reel 326, Item 12
Jack Frost
Jack frost is a roguish little fellow
When the wind wee, wind wee begins to bellow,
Flies like little birds through the air
And creeps through the little cracks everywhere.
Nips little children by the toes,
Nips little children by the nose,
Bites little children by the ears,
And draws to their eyes the big brown tears.
Makes little girls say oh, oh, oh,
Makes little boys say oh, oh, oh,
And when we kindle up a great big fire Then Jack Front comes down to tire.
