An’ gobble your stake.
While you have been pullin’ a briar,
With beans an’ sow-belly to chew,
The grafters have set by the fire
A-waitin’ fer you—
The streak up their backs it is yellah,
An’ life without work is the rule;
They’ll say you’re a prince of a fellah
An’ think you’re a fool.
So work like a dog in the winter,