"Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ream!
Sing: goddam

Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham,
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you sing: goddam

Goddamn, goddamn, 'tis why I am, goddam
So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddam, damn, sing goddam,
Sing goddamn, sing goddamn, damn

byEzra Pound