upon the line,
But he couldn’t do no bus’ness with tha’
double-toothed galoot.
He was luggin’ up some shingles,—bunch, sah,
underneath each arm,—
The time that he was shinglin’ of the Baptist
meetin’-house;
The ladder cracked and buckled, but he didn’t
think no harm,
When all at once she busted and he started