Way about it.—But a-goin’
Past to town, they’d stop and see
“Armazindy’s fambily,”
As they’d allus laugh and say,
And look sorry right away,
Thinkin’ of her Pap, and how
He’d indorse his “Soldier” now!
’Course she couldn’t never be
Much in young-folks’ company—
Plenty of in-vites to go,