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was a clear, cold, winter night,

The heavens all brightly starred,

Where on Mount Bernard's snowy height

The good monks kept their guard.

And round their hearth, that night, they told

To one who shelter craved,

How the brave dog, he thought so old,

Full forty lives had saved;

When, suddenly, with kindling eye,

Up sprang the old dog there,

As from afar a child's shrill cry

Rung through the frosty air.

In haste the monks unbarred the door,

Rugs round the mastiffs threw;