And when I find that a feller’s stuck
—A side-tracked chap down on his luck—
Why, bless you, neighbor, in jest about
Two shakes of a sheep’s tail I yank him out.”
And the very next thing that the feller knew
Old Ivory busted a chain or two,
But the horse and the colt and the gay old man
Bent to the job till the clogged wheels ran,
—Tugged and buckled with hearty will
Till the cart rolled over the tough old hill.