I changed the subjec’, said how cold it was,
An’ stomped aroun,’ an’ ’lowed I’d go ter bed.
I said “good-night” an’ got ha’f way up stairs,
When Bill he give a little cough behind
An’ blowed ’is nose, ’n’ ’is words was drowndy like:
“I’d see ’t he went.” An’ then a gust o’ wind
Put out my light, ’n’ I thought how lucky ’twas,
Altho’ I never would ’a’ looked at Bill
When he was that ’a’ way.