Where cattle are humped at their stanchions
with scarcely the gumption to moo.
But I’m glad for the sake of Hereafter that
mine ain’t the sin and the guilt,
And I tell you I relish my feelin’s when I pull
up the big patchwork quilt.
I can laugh at the pelt o’ the snowflakes, and
grin at the slat o’ the storm,
And thank the good Lord I can sleep now; the
stock in the tie-up is warm.