But she didn’t work for nothin’,
For we all loved Grandma Brown,
An’ I really think the bluebirds
Had a fondness for her gown.
She was “kind-o’ thick o’ hearin’,”
But she used to say to me,
“I can hear the things a-growin’
Jest as plain as plain can be.”
Then she’d take me up an’ kiss me,
An’ she’d trot me up an’ down,