BETSY AND I ARE OUT.[¹]
RAW up the papers, lawyer, and make ’em good and stout,
For things at home are cross-ways, and Betsy and I are out,—
We who have worked together so long as man and wife
Must pull in single harness the rest of our nat’ral life.
“What is the matter,” says you? I swan it’s hard to tell!
Most of the years behind us we’ve passed by very well;
I have no other woman—she has no other man;
Only we’ve lived together as long as ever we can.