Was a rotten heart in every tree.
But there warn’t none there but him to see.
And quick as ever a tree was cut,
He hewed a saplin’ and plugged the butt.
—Plugged the butt, sir, and hid away
For about two months, for he’d got his pay.
But there warn’t no legal actions took,
They never tackled his pocket-book.
’Twould a-broke his heart, for he’s dretful snug;
But he never squirmed when they called him