You’d better git a plenty while yer gittin’!
An’ so he’s here a trusty, while I wear a ball an’ chain—
(They say he beat most every statoot written.)
He’s got a fortune planted an’ all I’ve got’s a pain;
You’d better git a plenty while yer gittin’!
He cost the state a million bucks before they put him here;
He had ten lawyers for his trial, w’ich lasted most a year;
An’ the jedge who had to sentence him pronounced it wit’ a tear—
It pays to git a plenty while yer gittin’!