’ere—to understand
That a dozen faithful critters owe their com-
fort to my hand.
Oh, the dim old barn seems homelike, with its
overhanging mows,
With its warm and battened tie-up, full of well-
fed sheep and cows.
Then I shet the door behind me, drop the bar
and drive the pin
And, with Jeff a-waggin’ after, lug the foamin’