 My hands near froze, my feet like ice. Is all this work required? But, son, you know the custom here. Though we say it kind of coarse. For you back your butt up to the fire. First you take care of your horse. You see, he's why you're standing here, stood out there in the snow. He brought you home safe through the storm. It weren't no easy go, and every step he took was forward. No balking, no complaint.