Oh! Cold of winter's drawing near,
And on my face I feel it sear.
Stealing breath I try to draw,
Gripping, piercing does it gnaw.

Shards of copper still cling to trees,
Bringing forth old memories,
Of once in warmer part of year,
When kinder weather made for cheer.

But now a cold and biting gloom,
Makes dull and tiring in my room,
Retire myself to go to bed,
And dream of warmer climes instead.