Ancient Music
by Ezra Pound

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.

Author's 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.

Transcriber's Note: The author's note is intended as a joke if you ask me, since the poem is a parody of The Cuckoo Song ("Sumer is ycomen in").

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