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.

Song - Ezra Pound (1885, Idaho, SUA-1972, Venetia, Italia)