And pa he rolled his sleeves up tight,
Hauled out his plug and took a bite.
He whirled one arm in wind-mill style,
—Then whirled the other one awhile.
He picked his pessle out at length
And sassed the great, tall “test your strength.”
“I’m goin’ to soak ye now,” says pa,
“You’ll think it’s y’earthquakes by the jar.
Git out the way and giv’ me swing,
—I’ll bust the ha’slet out the thing.”