Mother, she looks kind o’ scared,
But fixed my things to come, sir;
She didn’t want me, jest, to start,
Nor jest to stay at home, sir.
There’s brother Jim, he’s fierce to fight,
“Too young, boy,” says the jury;
(Jim’s seventeen) so he gets mad
And works away like fury.
He’s nigh about as tall as I,
That’s six foot and a quarter,