Ready For Winter

We’ve got fixed up fur winter

     Each house in Gungy town;

We’re banked around the edges

     An' roofs are battened down.

We’ve stopped up all the winders,

     An’ weather-stripped the doors;

An’ extry rugs an’ carpets

     Are piled upon the floors.

We’re all fixed up fur winter,

     The stock is snug an’ warm;

The winds don’t make us worry,

     Nor neither does the storm.

Pertaters in the sullar,

     An’ vegterbuls galore;

An’ wood stocked in the woodhouse

     A dozen cord, or more.

We’re all fixed up fur winter,

     Espeshly down below;

We’ve apples by the barrel

     An’ canned fruit, row on row.

Now is the time fur callin’

     When winter’s mantle falls;

We’ve got a lot o’ cider –

We’ll have a lot o’ calls!

Dec. 9, 1912