twas in the late of november fallen
as winter fell cruel on the land
to catch ye then as ye hurry
home and didst not tarry to inhale
her deep crisp and chilling greeting
nor heed your old bones a creaking
all buttoned up and swift upon thy way
in this time of a coal fire warming
with mulled glass of good cheer
hail and hearty,
aye,
winter be here.