And another along both worried and mad,
Just watch those fellows, as all grow merry,
In company with brave Nathan O’Berry.
When the stream gets high and a man must cross,
Yet he knows not how, without serious loss,
There’s one to be found with his good old ferry
To carry him over, ’tis Nathan O’Berry.
He’s a man who gives for the love of giving;
’Tis Heaven’s sweet way—high loving and living—
The man whose wife in her heart calls “deary”—