Actually, the first time I ever heard the song was before I got involved in folk music. It was back about 1949 or so at the party after the Pacific International Fencing Tournament in Vancouver, B. C. where they presented the trophies and medals and then we all went to work replacing the bodily fluids we had sweated out over the weekend. Dan Drumheller, one of the Spokane fencers (and one helluva swordsman!), when sufficiently loosened up by the free-flowing beverages provided by our host, lifted his voice in song and gave out with two ditties:   The Frozen Logger and When the Iceworms Nest Again. Didn't play the guitar as far as I know, but he was quite a good singer.

Which reminds me. I've always been going to learn Iceworms, but never did. Well, better late than never.

Don Firth