And finally Winter, with its bitin', and whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.

I find this corpse guilty of carrying a concealed weapon and I fine it $40.

Don't interfere with something that ain't bothering' you none.

Spring with its wavin' green grass and heaps of sweet-smellin' flowers on every hill and in every dale.

Time will pass and seasons will come and go.

And finally Winter, with its bitin', and whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.

Hang 'em first, try 'em later.