And sorto' eechin' all the time
To tell 'em how I love 'em.—
Sich folks, you know, I jes love so
I wouldn't live without 'em,
Er couldn't even drap asleep
But what I dreamp' about 'em,—
And ef we minded God, I guess
We'd all love one-another
Jes like one fam'bly,—me and Pap
And Madaline and Mother.