You didn’t care a fig, John,
But jest for ten per cent.?
Ole Uncle S. sez he, “I guess,
He’s like the rest,” sez he:
“When all is done, it’s number one
Thet’s nearest to J. B.,
Ez wal ez you an’ me!”
We give the critters back, John,
Cos Abram thought ’t was right;
It warn’t your bullyin’ clack, John,