Twas Raw, And Chill, And Cold Outside, With A Boisterous Wind Untamed, But I Was Sitting Snug Within, Where My Good Log-Fire Flamed. As My Clock Ticked, My Cat Purred, And My Kettle Sang. I Read Me A Tale Of War And Love, Brave Knights And Their Ladies Fair; And I Brewed A Brew Of Stiff Hot-Scotch To Drive Away Dull Care. As My Clock Ticked, My Cat Purred, And My Kettle Sang. At Last The Candles Sputtered Out, But The Embers Still Were Bright, When I Turned My Tumbler Upside Down, An' Bade M'Self G' Night! As Th' Ket'L T-Hic-Ked, The Clock Purred, And The Cat (Hic) Sang!