Trudging through the snow,
To the snowy gate,

Where children played and rhymed,
And in the summer it gleamed and shined,

To the snowy gate

Where the travellers came and tried
And where lords, cooks and maids sighed

To the snowy gate,

Where they was many murders and crime,
And children no longer rhyme,

Towards the snowy gate

Where travellers feared and were terrified,
And the lords, cooks, maids died,

The snowy gate.