And whisper, “That ere ticket was a splendid good investment.”
Now, after six months’ travel, we was most of us all ready
To settle down a little, so’s to live more staid and steady;
To develop home resources, with no foreign cares to fret us,
Using house-made faith more frequent; but our parson wouldn’t let us!
To view the same old scenery, time and time again he’d call us—
Over rivers, plains, and mountains he would any minute haul us;
He slighted our soul-sorrows, and our spirits’ aches and ailings,
To get the cargo ready for his regular Sunday sailings!