And the strangest thing, i jing!
Wuz, he didn’t drink a thing,—
But jes got down to bizness, like he someway wanted to,
When Lide married him, like they warned her not to do!
When Lide married him—er, ruther, had be’n married
A little up’ards of a year—some feller come and carried
That hired girl away with him—a ruther stylish feller
In a bran-new green spring-wagon, with the wheels striped red and yeller:
And he whispered, as they driv
To’rds the country, “Now we’ll live!”—