He did tho’, ’n’ when I told ’im, give a grunt,
An’ looked it ’stid o’ sayin’ it.
Bill’s mity strong on puttin’ up a front;
He seldom r’ars an’ champs ’is bit.
The garden truck was et by Willie’s pony;
Ol’ Jess got drunk on apple-jack;
The poults begun ter droop, an’ acted phony;
An’ Barney’s glanders all come back.
I reck’n ’twas Willie ’t throwed them kittens int’
The sistern, so ’t we all took sick.