Seein’ Armazindy smile,
’Peared-like, sweeter all the while!
And I’ve heerd her laugh and say:—
“Jes afore Pap marched away,
He says, ‘I depend on you,
Armazindy, come what may—
You must be a Soldier, too!’”
Neighbers, from the fust, ’ud come—
And she’d let ’em help her some,—
“Thanky, ma’am!” and “Thanky, sir!”