the light,
And pulls the roller curtains, shettin’ out the
stormy night.
And me and Jim and mother and the cat set
down—
Oh, who in tunket hankers for a crown?
Who wants to spend their ev’nin’s sittin’
starched and prim and straight,
A-warmin’ royal velvet on a throne?
It’s mighty tedious bus’ness settin’ up so