He used to say to me:
“You tog out a tramp purty comfortable in winter-time,
And he’ll git along!” says he.
Jim didn’t have, nor never could git ahead, so overly much
O’ this world’s goods at a time—
’Fore now I’ve saw him, more’n onc’t lend a dollar and ha’f to
Turn ’round and borry a dime!
Mebby laugh and joke about hisse’f fer awhile—then jerk his coat,
And kind o’ square his chin,
Tie his apern, and squat hisse’f on his old shoe bench