(Han’t measured lately, but I guess
I can’t ha’ grown much shorter.)
Now, what d’ye spose Jerusha said,
With her black eyes a snappin’?
She’s jest my second cousin, sir,
One seldom caught a nappin’.
She said if she could see a man
A fightin’ for the flag, sir,
That she would give her new silk gown
And call it but a rag, sir.