Ezra Pound - Song

　　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.