With his grim-set jaws, and his panther-paws,
and his hawk's eye all aglare;
With pick and spade in sun and shade he labour'd
like darnation,
But when his spell was over,—well! he was
fond of his recreation!
And being a crusty kind of cuss, the only sport
he had,
When work was over, seemed to us a bit too
rough and bad;