II
Some wonder how the Fly holds out,
So rotten 'tis, within, without;
So loaded too, through thick and thin,
And with such heavy creturs IN.
But, Lord, 't will last our time—or if
The wheels should, now and then, get stiff,
Oil of Palm's the thing that, flowing, [6]
Sets the naves and felloes going.
So ya-hip, Hearties! etc.