And airned a decent livin' fer
This lazy, wuthless shirk.
But Sue, she wuz a hansum gal;
Her cheek wuz like the rose;
Her breth wuz sweet as any breeze
The June-time ever blows.
Her eyes wuz dark and full of fire,
Her cheeks wuz churry red,
Her body sort o' willery,
But she'd a haughty head.