Now it’s done, though, and it’s over, ’twas a
cracker-jack, by jing.
Boggs, ye see, has been a-settin’ twenty years on
one old plank,
One end h’isted on a saw hoss, t’other on the
cistern tank.
T’other night he was a-chawin’ and he says, “I
vum-spt-ooo—
Here I am a-owin’ money—not a gol durn thing
to do!