The very room, ’cause she was in,
Seemed warm from floor to ceilin’,
An’ she looked full ez rosy agin
Ez the apples she was peelin’.
’Twas kin’ o’ kingdom-come to look
On sech a blessed cretur,
A dog-rose bloomin’ to a brook
Ain’t modester nor sweeter.
He was six foot o’ man, A-1,
Clean grit an’ human natur’;