An’ Jim, he seemed to like it, an’ he spent all his evenin’s at home,
He said it was full of music, an’ light, an’ peace from pit to dome.
He joined the church, an’ he used to pray that his heart might be kept from sin—
The stumblin’est prayin’—but heads and hearts used to bow when he’d begin.
So, they lived along in that way, the same from day to day,
With plenty of time for drivin’ work, an’ a little time for play.
An’ growin’ around ’em the sweetest girls and the liveliest, manliest boys,
Till the old gray heads of the two old folks was crowned with the homeliest joys.
Eh? Come to my story? Well, that’s all. They’re livin’ just like I said,
Only two of the girls is married, an’ one of the boys is dead,