Frosty Mornin’s

O I like these frosty mornin’s

     When it’s lyin’ white an’ thick

On the walls an’ tumbled fences

     An’ the banks uv Lizzard Crick.

Puts a spring in heel an’ elbow,

     An’ a lustre in the eye,

An' a feller feels like goin’

     Where the game an’ fishes lie.

O I like these frosty mornin’s,

     When the air is keen an’ still,

An’ the cider’s drippin’ freely

     Over there in Martin’s mill.

June is fine an’ full uv promise,

     With its roses red an’ thick,

But I like beyond all others

     Frosty mornin’s on the Crick.

Oct. 28, 1903