He’s had twenty accidents, if he’s had one;
Owt bad, an’ it’s his.
There’s one thing, we’ll have peace for a bit, [p. lv]
Thank Heaven for a peaceful house;
An’ there’s compensation, sin’ it’s accident,
An’ club money—I nedn’t grouse.
An’ a fork an’ a spoon he’ll want, an’ what else;
I s’ll never catch that train—
What a trapse it is if a man gets hurt—
I s’d think he’ll get right again.