Irai Howes.
Uncle Iral’s kind o’ feeble, but was bound to
wean a caff;
Went to pull him off from suckin’ when the
critter’d had his haff.
Caff he turned around an’ bunted—made him’s
mad’s a tyke, ye see—
An’ old Iral’s leg was broken, little ways above
the knee.
T’other doctor couldn’t git there’cause the