Come On Winter

Frosty round the edges,

     Winter gittin’ near;

Soon we’ll be a-hengin’

     Up another year.

Apples in, an’ cider,

     Workin’ in the cask;

Give us food an’ shelter,

     That is all we ask.

Frosty round the edges,

     Winter’s watchin’ clost;

Storein’ up her snowbanks,

     Soon we’ll git a dost.

Taters in the cellar,

     Wood is in the shed;

All fixed up fur winter,

     Nothin’ we kin dread.

Frosty round the edges,

     Winter all but here;

All the hills and valleys

     Barren like an’ sere.

Stock is warm an’ cosy

     We are cosy too;

Come on ol’ King winter,

     We kin laugh at you!

c. Aug. 9, 1904