He was a Bosting boy, and game!
I almost wished I’d died, instead.
Why, lad! what makes yer tremble so?
Your father! what, my comrade Joe?
And you his son? Come ter my heart.
My home is yours; I’ll try in part,
Ter pay his boy the debt I owe.
HULLO!
By Sam Walter Foss
When you see a man in woe,