squirmed, but no one come.
He was workin’ on the roof alone—there
warn’t no folks around.
He hung like death to niggers till his jaws was
set and numb,
And he reely thought he’d have to drop them
shingles on the ground.
But all at once old Skillins come a-toddlin’ down
the street.
Old Skil is sort of hump-backed and he allus