Ter yew on t’other bank,
She got all tangled in the drift,
Drownded right thar, an’ sank.
I brung ye up t’ the house, ’n’ the gals
They cosseted an’ fed ye,
An’ ever sence they’s be’n some one
Ter fetch ye slops an’ bed ye.
An’ now look at ye! Ha’f a ton
O’ helpless bone an’ beef;
A livin’ stack o’ hay an’ grain;