After God knows she's done her part,
Working her arms off day and night
Trying to keep your collars white.
Look at your face, too, in the street.
What dirty filth 've you found to eat?
Now don't you blubber here, boy, or
I'll give you sum't to blubber for.'
She snatched him off from where we stand
And knocked the pear-core from his hand,
And looked at me, 'You Devil's limb,