Reckin that some men would rip out a damn.
But he was the mildest that ever ye see.
He’d set an’ he’d whistle an’ whistle away,
Waitin’ all patient ontil she got through;
She’d scream, “Drat ye, answer!” but Ick
he would say,
“Mother, ye’re talkin’ a plenty for two.
Who-o-o, who-o-o,
Who-o-o, who-o-o!
Nothin’ to say, mother! List’nun to you.”