There warn’t one parsimonious hair
In that grizzled old mop o’his,
There warn’t one deceitful line
In his wizened and humbly phiz.
His sympathies at a dog-fight
Allers backed up the smallest pup,
And his last chaw of plug terbacker
With er stranger he’d “divey” up.
Ef I wuz ter live fer er hundred years,
I shell never fergit the night