An’ that evenin’ still was pond’rin’, as he
rocked an’ smoked away.
John he set dus’ up t’ table, underneath the
hangin’ lamp,
Ciph’rin’ out that legal paper with its seal an’
rev’nue stamp.
Then he folded it an’ chuckled. “That’s all
right an’ tight,” he said,
“Lawyers tie things tighter’n Jehu. Dad, ye’d
better go to bed.