sleep a wink,
If I thought them poor dumb critters lacked for
fodder or for drink.
And to have the scufflin’ barnful give a jolly
little blat
When you open up o’ mornin’s, ah, there’s com-
fort, friend, in that!
And you’ve prob’ly sometimes noticed, when
his cattle hate a man,
That it’s pretty sure his neighbors size him up