When they think on’t won’t they sprout,
Like a peach that’s got the “yellows”
With the meanness “bustin” out.
Tell you just the end I’ve come to
After ciphering pretty smart,—
And it makes a handy sum too,
Any “gump” may learn by heart.
Labouring man and labouring woman
Have one glory and one shame,
Every thing that’s done inhuman