peth
In yer marrow; like to raise yer from the very
jaws of death.
So, oh, landsy sake a-Peter, when that fiddle
come our way,
Say, you wouldn’t know the place,
—Wus a grin on ev’ry face.
—Went to workin’ like the blazes an’ our vittles
set—an’ say,
Guess the Hoodoo flew to thunder when the