He wa'n't a lazy lad, you see,
Wuz tall and strong and big,
But to accomplish anything
He must git up and dig.
Next we sot out to talk of Sal;
She wa'n't a hansum lass,
But luvin'er or kinder soul
Ne'er stepped on medder grass.
Sez I, "Good wimmen never grows
Frum idle gals, 'tis true;"