[Dixielandjazz] Frozen rear ends (warning - no jazz content)

[PJ Ladd]

`Then me and my ten brothers would teck it in turns to hold the burnt stub,
just to stop from freezing to death.``
Eee! That were luxury.

Eeee! You had it soft.

Me and me SIXTEEN  brothers, and me TWELVE sisters once sat all huddled
together in our Cocoa tin at t`bottom of canal for NINE days waitin` for a
fisherman on the bank to throw the butt end of his Woodbine into the water
so that we could make a cup of tea. We had saved up FOUR tealeaves what we
got from t`poorhouse.

Eee  lad. Them were the days.

Pat