First she washed them, and then she dried them
Over a fire of amber coal:
Never in all my life did I see
A maid so neat about the sole!
A STREET IN ARDARA.
Finally he gives “I’m a Good Old Rebel,” a ballad of the type that became so popular in the Southern States of America after the Civil war:
I’m a good old rebel—that’s what I am,
And for this fair land of freedom I don’t care a damn;
I’m glad I fought agin it, I only wish we’d won,