Greetings From Gungy

We’re all snowed in in Gungywamp,

     King Winter got us by the nose;

We set around the open fire

     And try to warm our shins and toes.

The stock is snug within the barn,

     The hens hev laid down on their job;

I try to keep the kindlin’s cut,

     An’ dream behind my ol’ corn cob.

But we can’t let the holidays

     Slip by without a word of cheer,

And so we send this verse to you,

       Irene an’ ma,

       An’ poor ol’ pa,

An’ wish you joy the comin’ year.

Dec. 18, 1914

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