But I reckon you air real grit,
For the high handed way you sailed into that muss
Astonished creation a bit.”
“Waal, fact is,” said William, removing his quid,
“I allus was cheerful and spry;
And my motto is, ‘Do, or you’re sure to be did,’
And ‘Root little hog, or die.’”
“You are old, Father William,” the young man said,
“Your fingers are stiff you’ll agree;
Yet you euchred the boys till they hadn’t a red,