And still they talked, and still they plead;
It was as pleading with the dead.
At last this Boston man did speak—
“Her father has a thousand ceows,
An hundred bulls, all fat and sleek;
He also had this ample heouse.”
The brothers’ eyes stuck out thereat,
So far you might have hung your hat.
“I liked the looks of this big heouse—
My lovely boys, won’t you come in?