Wid a few pots an’ kettles a new life begin;
But exparience had taught me a lesson I weet,
Ne’er to live in a valley beside o’ the street.
So I wint to the highest o’ hills I could find,
An’ rinted a place that commanded a view,
An’ got oursilves sittled so much to our mind,
I soon earned the monies, an’ paid for it, too;
’Twas not so convanyent, but still it was neat,
Tho’ my bones ached at night, as I toiled up the street.
The young uns grew healthy, the air was so good,