IN the jolly winters Of the long-ago, It was not so cold as now -- Oh! No! No! Then, as I remember, Snowballs to eat Were as good as apples now, And every bit as sweet! In the jolly winters Of the dead-and-gone, Bub was warm as summer, With his red mitts on, -- Just in his little waist- And-pants all together, Who ever heard him growl About cold weather? In the jolly winters Of the long-ago -- Was it @3half@1 so cold as now? Oh! No! No! Who caught his death o' cold, Making prints of men Flat-backed in snow that now's Twice as cold again? In the jolly winters Of the dead-and-gone, Startin' out rabbit-huntin' Early as the dawn, -- Who ever froze his fingers, Ears, heels, or toes, -- Or'd 'a' cared if he had? Nobody knows! Nights by the kitchen stove, Shellin' white and red Corn in the skillet, and Sleepin' four abed! Ah! the jolly winters Of the long-ago! We were not as old as now -- Oh! No! No! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOREFATHER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TO H. M. by FRANCIS BARNARD (20TH CENTURY) THE WOLD WALL by WILLIAM BARNES THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: NEWS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON ON THE MEANING OF THE WORD 'WRATH' AS APPLIED TO GOD IN SCRIPTURE by JOHN BYROM STANZAS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A SONG FOR ANNE by JOAN CAMPBELL TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. WIDENING CIRCLES by EDWARD CARPENTER |