Think I’ll pour some homemade beer
To give myself a little cheer
It’s so cold and wintry here –
The sunshine’s gone to Oxfordshire
Sunday looks a promising day –
Then the sunshine’s here to stay
All the pounding banks and pockets take
Slowly ceases to sound
We chuck the last uneaten Christmas cake...
My young love rests, hopefully sleeps
In the afternoon in Spring – she
Causes the cold bird to sing, she...
