Stock she come of.—Yes, and thought,
And think yit, no man on earth
’S worth as much as that girl’s worth!)
As fer Jule and Sol, they had
Their sheer!—less o’ good than bad!—
Her folks let her go.—They said,
“Spite o’ them she’d made her bed
And must sleep in it!”—But she,
’Peared-like, didn’t sleep so free
As she ust to—ner so late,