Standing on the frozen shore my teeth do chatter
Standing on the rimy, prickly ice of the ballicatter*
Standing face in to the whirling, twirling icy wind
Waiting but alas in vain for temperatures to ascend.
Standing on the frozen shore my teeth do chatter
Standing on the rimy, prickly ice of the ballicatter*
Standing face in to the whirling, twirling icy wind
Waiting but alas in vain for temperatures to ascend.