A sandhill a north and a sandhill a south;
I thought that dame nature to me was so kind
She opened her jaws an’ we lived in her mouth.
Biddy oft at the sand would objection and grete,
But I tould her ’twould stop whin they graded the street.
Bad luck to the day thin—one Saturday night
I came back from working two month and a week;
Och! sorry an inch o’ my cot was in sight,
’Twas kivered wid sand an’ all livil and sleek;
I thought that an earthquake had made the hills meet,