Can’t
reckon on the weather here in Boston anymore.
Weather
changes ev’ry minute ‘fore we git used to her ways;
We
start tur go to meetin’ with our last year’s Easter pants,
An’
the weather drops tur zero, an’ it’s back we hafter dance.
Feb.7,
1895
Pub.
in B. Courier,
Feb.
24, ‘95
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