In thet ’ar little room o’ mine at Bill’s
Hez offen set my wond’rin’ works ter goin’.
He’s stannin’ on a stun verandy like,
A oldish sort o’ man with streaky hair,
Up high whar ’e kin see some ways away,
’N’ ’is clo’es is suthin’ like the ones I seen
In Bill’s ’lustrated fambly Bible, hung
All over ’im in drapish kind o’ folds,
An’ jes’ some in-soles fassen’d on ’is feet
With funny strings a-runnin’ threw ’is toes.