And so the thing kept workin’, and all the self-same way;
Always somethin’ to ar’ge and something sharp to say,—
And down on us came the neighbors, a couple o’ dozen strong,
And lent their kindest sarvice to help the thing along.
And there have been days together—and many a weary week—
When both of us were cross and spunky, and both too proud to speak;
And I have been thinkin’ and thinkin’, the whole of the summer and fall,
If I can’t live kind with a woman, why, then I won’t at all.
And so I’ve talked with Betsy, and Betsy has talked with me;
And we have agreed together that we can never agree;