The fust tarnation streak er luck.
‘O, no,’ said Joe,
‘Hain’t hed no show;’
Then stuck like mucilage to the spot,
An’ sot, an’ sot, an’ sot, an’ sot.
“‘I’ve come down regeler every day
For twenty years to Piper’s store;
I’ve sot here in a patient way,
Say, hain’t I, Piper?’ Piper swore.
‘I tell yer, Joe,