Says He
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“Whatever the weather may be,” says he–
“Whatever the weather may be,
It’s plaze, if ye will, an’ I’ll say me say,–
Supposin’ to-day was the winterest day,
Wud the weather be changing because ye cried,
Or the snow be grass were ye crucified?
The best is to make your own summer,” says he,
“Whatever the weather may be,” says he–
“Whatever the weather may be!
“Whatever the weather may be,” says he–
“Whatever the weather may be,
It’s the songs ye sing, an’ the smiles ye wear,
That’s a-makin’ the sunshine everywhere,
An’ the world of gloom is a world of glee,
Wid the bird in the bush, an’ the bud in the tree,
An’ the fruit on the stim of the bough,” says he,
“Whatever the weather may be,” says he–
“Whatever the weather may be!
“Whatever the weather may be,” says he–
“Whatever the weather may be,
Ye can bring the Spring, wid its green an’ gold,
An’ the grass in the grove where the snow lies cold,
An’ ye’ll warm yer back, wid a smiling face,
As ye sit at yer heart like an owld fire-place,
An’ toast the toes o’ yer soul,” says he,
“Whatever the weather may be,” says he–
“Whatever the weather may be!”
“Now” said the Major, peering eagerly
above my shoulder, “go on with the next.
To my liking, it is even better than the first.
A type of character you’ll recognize.–The
same ‘broth of a boy,’ only Americanized,
don’t you know.”