under the sun I meant.
Said I, ‘I’ve sworn if I meet a man that’s
homelier ’n what I be,
I’ll kill him. I reckin I’ve got the man.’ Says
he, ‘Please let me see?’
So I loosened a bit while he struck a match;
he held it with trembling hand
While through the tears in his poor old eyes
my cross-piled face he scanned.
Then he dropped the match and he groaned