What started yer, I’d like ter know,
On sich a tramp; got goods ter sell?
No home, no friends? Naow that’s too bad!
Wall, cheer up, boy, and don’t be sad,—
Wife, see what yer can find ter eat,
And put the coffee on ter heat,—
We’ll fix yer up all right, my lad.
Willing ter work, can’t git a job,
And not a penny in yer fob?
Wall, naow, that’s rough, I dew declare!