Old Winter
By Thomas Noel
Old Winter sad and snowy clad,
Is making a doleful din;
But let him howl till he cracks his jowl,
We will not let him in.
Let him gnaw, forsooth, with his freezing tooth,
On our roof-tiles, till he tire;
But we care not a whit, as we jovial sit
Before the blazing fire.
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