Winter is icumen in

By Thomas Grozier
To the tune of Summer is icumen in
Winter is icumen in,
Lhude sing, goddamn!
The wind doth blow and driveth snow
Upon the head of man;
Sing goddamn!
Hail doth fall upon us all,
Yea even Brother Sam;
Ice and sleet are on the street
So we sing goddamn!
Goddamn, goddamn,
Wel singes thu goddamn;
A drink for every man!
Sing goddamn man,
Sing goddamn!
Sing goddamn,
Sing goddamn man!



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