sah, but blow.
Them ears of mine was froze so hard, stuck out
so bloomin’ straight,
I thought the wind would snap ’em off, it blew
at such a rate.
And when at last I hauled up home, the missus
bust in tears
And hollered, ‘John, oh, massy me, you’re going
to lose your ears.’
But I—why, land o’ goodness, I was cooler’n I