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1. When bites the frost and winds are a blowing, / I do not heed, I do not care; / If Johnny's by me, what if it be snowing. / 'Tis summer time with me all the year.
2. The icicles they may hang on the fountain, / And frozen over the farm yard pool. / The bleak wind whistle across the mountain, / No wintry blast our love can cool.
3. O what to me the wind and the weather? / O what to me the wind and the rain? / My Johnny loves me, and being together, / Why let it bluster -- it blows in vain.
4. I never tire, I never am weary, / I drudge and think it is only play; / As Johnny loves me, and I am his deary, / Why -- all the year it is holiday.
5. I shall be wed upon Trinity Sunday, / And then adieu to my holiday. / Come frost and frown the following Monday. / Why then beginneth my workaday.
6. If drudge and smudge begins on the Monday, / If scold and grumble -- I do not care, / My winter follow Trinity Sunday. / I can't have summertime all the year.