Old Winters .Soliloauy.
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Old Winter jumped up from his icy bed


And thus to himself said he;
Aha! Old Autumn at last is dead,
The red leaves are lying around his head
he left bis business TO me, Che said,
Now what's to be done i--lets see.
He's rpened the fruit on the teeming pain,"


He said, as he went his way ~
The rich green leaves, and the waving grain,
He's tinged with golden hue again. .
And the farmer has reaped for his toll and pan


Now what can | do, but play'"
Old Winter passed on, in his robe of snow,


Afrolicksome wight is he
And he said to himself, at last, g I'll go,
And whistle along, as sort of beau,
For those ladies who'd like a better, you know,
But have to take up with me.
Old Winterindulged in his schemes Of bliss,


Till he fairly shook with glee;
"Oh!" says he to himself, g What capital kiss,
I'll have on the cheek Of that pert young miss,
Till her ushes are red as rose at this,-


What matter is that to me .s.
Ger hill and DER dale I'lride along,


And wlther the herbage green;
And sing snatch OF my favorite song,
As rave and rattle the boughs among,
Till all the people shall say, Pm come


In my sparkling car, ween."