Watches us whizzin’ past
To go a-visitun our Gran’ma’s,
Like we all went there last;—
But they can’t go, like ist our folks
An’ Johnny an’ Lotty, an’ three
Er four neighber-childerns, an’ Rober-ut Volney,
An’ Charley an’ Maggy an’ me!
Over the river an’ through the wood
Now Gran’mother’s cap I spy:
Hurrah fer the fun!—Is the puddin’ done?—