Winter is icummen in, Lhude sing Goddamm, Raineth drop and staineth slop, And how the wind doth ramm! Sing: Goddamm. Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, An ague hath my ham. Freezeth river, turneth liver, Damn you, sing: Goddamm. Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm, So 'gainst the winter's balm. Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm, Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM. Note: -- This is not folk music, but Dr. Ker writes that the tune is to be found under the Latin words of a very ancient canon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: LOVE by ROBERT BROWNING TO HIS SON, VINCENT CORBET, ON HIS THIRD BIRTHDAY by RICHARD CORBET LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM by THOMAS MOORE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: JENNY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI DEAD MEN, TO A METAPHYSICIAN by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. |