Ter speckerlate on ’Change; I should say not;
Jes’ let ’im farm it, plain an’ orn’ry farm it—
Thet’s all he’s gotta dew. I’ll bet ye’n less
’N a fortnit he’d be plum dead sure ’t ’is chances
Fer buy’n’ a kerosene kerridge playin’ faro
Was ten ter one agin the farmin’ game.
Naow jes’ consider what the farmer’s got
Ter fight; they’s tew much rain or not enough;
’F ’e ’s got a crick, ’t will overflow an’ drownd
’Is corn, or else ’t will be a ditch o’ dust;