De winter’s come, an’ de darkies shiver;

(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)

De trees, dey’s moanin’ in de dark down by de river;

(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)

We gadder in de cabin, an’ we shet de door,

Throw a log on de fi-ah, fo’ to see hit roar,

An’ ole King Frost, he growl so fierce an’ sore.

(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)

De old norf wind again de cabin door crashes;

(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)

Possum’s in de pot, and de sweet yam’s in de ashes;

(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)

Flitch o’ bacon in de pan—lawdy, hear it frying.

Hain’t no sorter music dat’s near so satisfyin’;

Corn pone am hot an’ brown—pickininnies sighin’.

(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)

Ev’rybody gadder ’round de supper table;

(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)

Ev’rybody eats des as much, as much as dey is able;

(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)

Lil’ yaller dawg, he snug down by de fi-ah,

Chewin’ all de possum bones dat he could desi-ah;

Seems des like we all is full o’ happiness enti-ah.

(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)

Supper table’s cl’ared away; pap he gits his fiddle;

(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)

Ev’rybody dances—up and down de middle.

(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)

When de reel am finished, den pappy plays a break-down;

Rufe he double-shuffles till you’d fink de roof would shake-down;

Then we pass de cider jug, and mammy brings the cake roun’.

(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)

Ev’ry darkey suttinly feels happy ’round Thanksgivin’;

Lawdy, yes, dey’s scrumptiously glad dat dey is livin’.

Sorrer takes a day of—this hain’t no time for woe—

And hit makes no diff’runce how de wind do blow.