The why of a nickname such as that,
—Of “Plug”—just “Plug.”
Then some old chap would shift his quid
And tell the story of what he did.
“He owned ten acres of punkin pine,
’Twas straight and tall, and there warn’t a sign
But what ’twas sound as a hickory nut,
And at last he got the price he sut.
They hired him for to chop it down.
He did.—By gosh, it was all unsoun’.