by Ezra Pound
Winter is icummen in
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
hath my ham
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm
, damm, sing Goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
: 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").