IV.
In the jolly winters
Of the dead-and-gone,
Startin' out rabbit-hunting
Early as the dawn,—
Who ever froze his fingers,
Ears, heels, or toes,—
Or'd a cared if he had?
Nobody knows!
In the jolly winters
Of the dead-and-gone,
Startin' out rabbit-hunting
Early as the dawn,—
Who ever froze his fingers,
Ears, heels, or toes,—
Or'd a cared if he had?
Nobody knows!