sky-high.
Hopped like sixty out o’bed, as hearty’s Paddy’s
goat,
An’ that ’ere kink—whatever’twas—it came
right out her throat.
An’ talk? She hadn’t talked for years, but
soon’s she got her breath,
I swan to man, I reely b’lieve she talked old
Green to death.
For ’fore she’d trod around enough to wear the