When ev’rything goes wrong, an’ nary plan
Works out at all in enny way.
It’s sure the stranges’ thing how succumstances
At times combines ter git yer goat;
When grinnin’ Fate jes’ mocks at ye, an’ dances
’Ter jangled fiddlin’ on one note.
Wal, thet’s how ’twas the time Bill hed ’is “risin’;”
’Peared like the farm was on the blink;
An’ I kin tell ye ’t wouldn’t be’n supprisin’
Ef even Bill hed took ter drink.