But if there warn’t time, sir, on week days to
batten a tie-up, I’m blest
I’d use up a Sunday or such-like, and let the
durned heathen folks go
While I fastened some boards on the lintel to
keep out the frost and the snow.
I’d stand all the frowns of the parson before I’d
have courage to face
The dumb holler eyes o’ the critters hooked up
in a frosty old place.