Ner whistle their lives away!

But ef they can't write no book, ner rhyme

No singin' song fer to last all time,

They can blaze the way fer the march sublime,

As my uncle ust to say.

Whoever's Foreman of all things here,

As my uncle ust to say,

He knows each job 'at we're best fit fer,

And our round-up, night and day: