Part 2 — No 66 TRINITY SUNDAY

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.