“Where the Snow-Bird Flies" by E.C.H. (1893)

Where the Snow-Bird Flies.

BY E. C. H.

Old Boreas puffs—the snow comes down—

The snow spreads over Grafton town;

The farmer feeds his stock in the stall,

The skater hangs his skates on the wall—

But ducks will quack and roosters crow,

Though deeper and deeper falls the snow,

                In Grafton.

The people go in merry mood—

Good times bring coal and stores of food—

Ring out and jingle Grafton bells,

There's joy where sweet contentment dwells,

But ducks will quack and roosters crow,

Though deep and deeper falls the snow,

                In Grafton.

Long years ago, in a storm like this,

Dear grandma took her bridal kiss;

And grandpa 'lows his weddin' train

Got stall'd in a thaw and soakin' rain!

But ducks will quack and roosters crow,

Though deep and deeper falls the snow,

                In Grafton.

Now, some there be who rant and roar

Because they feel the cold wave sore,

Here's grandpa, too, with mem'ry clear;

"It wasn't so cold in forty year!"

But ducks will quack and roosters crow,

Though deep and deeper falls the snow,

                In Grafton.

But, bless you, man, and woman, too,

The weather's worked by a hand that's true.

And scold or laugh, or say as we may,

The winter's here and has come to stay,

But ducks will quack and roosters crow,

Though deep and deeper falls the snow,

                In Grafton.

Troy Daily Times. March 11, 1893: 6 col 1.