Ho, a song by the fire! (Pass the pipes, fill the bowl!) Ho, a song by the fire! -- With a skoal! ... For the wolf wind is whining in the door-ways, And the snow drifts deep along the road, And the ice-gnomes are marching from their Norways, And the great white cold walks abroad. (Boo-oo-o! pass the bowl!) For here by the fire We defy frost and storm. Ha, ha! we are warm And we have our hearts' desire; For here's four good fellows And the beechwood and the bellows, And the cup is at the lip In the pledge of fellowship. Skoal! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIGH PLAINS RAG by JAMES GALVIN THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |