Whether the weather be fine, Or whether the weather be not, Whether the weather be cold, Or whether the weather be hot, We’ll weather the weather Whatever the weather, Whether
One misty, moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I chanced to meet an old man, Clothed all in leather. He began to compliment And I began to grin. How
The wind came a-whooping, down Cranberry Hill And stole an umbrella from, Mother Medill. It picked up a paper on Patterson’s place And carried it clean to the Rockaby Race.