Nothing at all but common sense
Can ever withstand these woes.
THE RIVALS
By Paul Laurence Dunbar
’Twas three an’ thirty year ago,
When I was ruther young, you know,
I had my last an’ only fight
About a gal one summer night.
’Twas me an’ Zekel Johnson; Zeke
’N’ me ’d be’n spattin’ ’bout a week,