An’ though good society coldly shuts its door on to Teamster Jim,
I’m thinkin’ ther’s lots worse people, that’s better known than him.
I mind the day he was married, an’ I danced at the weddin’ too;
An’ I kissed the bride, sweet Maggie, daughter of Ben McGrew.
I mind how they set up housekeepin’ two young, poor, happy fools,
When Jim’s only stock was a heavy truck an’ four Kaintucky mules.
Well, they lived along contented, with their little joys an’ cares,
An’ every year a baby came, an’ twice they came in pairs;
Till the house was full of children, with their shoutin’ and playin’ and squalls,
An’ their singin’ an’ laughin’ an’ cryin’ made Bedlam within its walls.