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").