Her air applied so close and hard that every wheel must slide.
Thar’s a wife and two kids down the line, whose sole dependence wuz Bill,
Who little thought when he came home he’d be brought cold and still;
But tell them, tho’ Bill was rough by natur’ and somewhat so by name,
That thar’s a better land for men like him, and he died clear grit just the same.
MY FRIEND THE CRICKET AND I.
My friend the Cricket and I
Once sat by the fireside talking;