And sewed fresh buttons on the same.
Got breakfast while his Sally slept,
Washed up the dishes, dusted, swept—
There’s no use talking, Jacob strove
To prove how perfect was his love.
One day Sal ate too many beans,
Grew sick and went to other scenes.
From that day forth Jake seldom spoke,
Or smiled, or worked—his heart was broke.
In the poor-house now he sits and grieves,