Ho, hips and haws for vagabonds,
With russets for who'll dare,
And hazels by the meadow ponds,
Brown-sweet for barefoot's fare!
The pettychaps beflit the larch,
The rocks from barn-top scold,
And summer rogues are on the march
For quarters 'gainst the cold.
Ho, Autumn time, O, Autumn time!
When every wind is jolly,