His quarters in thirty. He stands lots of road,
And I swow I dunno what I’m sellin’ him for,
—I need him myself. But I’ll sell! Have a
chaw?
And as I was sayin’, he’s just what you want;—
Oh, yes, have to own he’s a leetle dite gaunt!
Been a-drivin’ him hard, for he’ll stand lots of
work,
Never had a sick day, never shows the least
quirk.