How, now, will it be done?
Without those green palms that
Are large, broad, and flat.

How will he drink Sunlight
Now that he is bare?
How dare th'fallen not care!

Please, Lord, protect Ol' Hick,
He is without his clothes,
He may take chill, w'thout those.

For, the winter's bound to
Get frosty this cold year,
Please, Lord, open Your ears.