You shouldered me; then laughed to see
Me and my gotch spin down the hill.”
“’Tis true,” she said; “but here behold,
And marvel at the course of time!
Though you and I are both grown old,
This tree is only in its prime.”
“Well, Goody, don’t stand preaching now!
Folks don’t preach sermons at a Fair.
We’ve reared ten boys and girls, you know;
And I’ll be bound they’ll all be there.”