still I clung and yelled,
Those oxen plunged and tussled and—Je-
mimy’s pants, they held!
And the stump came out a-kicking, roots and
dirt and stones and all,
But those pants weren’t even started by that
most tremendous haul,
And to prove this ’ere is truthful, should some
scoffer cast a doubt,
I have saved the chips and hewings where they