He’s like a preacher in his ways:—
He never drinks, or swears, or plays,
But kinder sighs and weeps all day;
’Twould break yer heart to hear him pray.
Why, sir, many and many a night,
When grub was scarce and I was tight,
No food, no fire, no light to see,
When home was hell, if hell there be,
I’ve seen that boy in darkness kneel,
And pray such words as cut like steel;