As the homeliest man we had in town.
He never had married—that old John Jones;
he’d grubbed on his little patch,
Supported his parents until they died, and then
he had lived “old bach”.
We had some suspicions we couldn’t prove:
for years had an unknown man
Distributed gifts to the poor in town on a sort
of a Santa Claus plan.
If a worthy old widow was needing wood—