Winter is icummen in, Lhude sing Goddamm, Raineth drop and staineth slop, And how the wind doth ramm! Sing: Goddamm. Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, An ague hath my ham. Freezeth river, turneth liver, Damn you, sing: Goddamm. Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm, So 'gainst the winter's balm. Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm, Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM. Note: -- This is not folk music, but Dr. Ker writes that the tune is to be found under the Latin words of a very ancient canon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESERTED PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WHEN THE KYE CAME HOME by JAMES HOGG EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DEAD STATESMAN by RUDYARD KIPLING A SATIRICAL ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A LATE FAMOUS GENERAL by JONATHAN SWIFT THE SERVANT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO JOY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |