That’s the crack he allus sent;
—I donno jest what he meant—
Likely’nough, sir, even he
Didn’t have no clear idee.
Still it seemed to fix the thing;
—He’d commence to saw and sing,
’S if at anytime he could
Git clean shet of sawin’ wood.
So he worked, s’r, all his life,
Kept his children and his wife;