Sez I 'Dan'l Skinner, I thank yer mighty mean
To send me up the river, With a sev'n dollar team'
Lul-ly, ul—ly, diddie ul—ly, diddleul—lydee, Oh,
lul-ly, ul—ly, diddle ul—ly, diddle ul—ly dee.
'Mr Rollin!' I said.
Yes siree,' said he, pausing in the midst of his chorus to look up at me.
'Where can I get a piece of yellow pine?'
'See 'n a minute,' he said. Then he continued his sawing and his song, '“Says I Dan Skinner, I thank yer mighty mean”—what d' ye want it fer?' he asked stopping abruptly.
'Going to make a ruler,' I answered.
'“T' sen' me up the river with a seven dollar team,”' he went on, picking out a piece of smooth planed lumber, and handing it to me.
'How much is it worth?' I enquired.
He whistled a moment as he surveyed it carefully.
''Bout one cent,' he answered seriously.