Than ef ’t had ben from fust to last a reg’lar Cotton Loan.
It’s a good way, though, come to think, coz ye enjy the sense
O’ lendin’ lib’rally to the Lord, an’ nary red o’ ’xpense:
Sence then I’ve gut my name up for a gin’rous-hearted man
By jes’ subscribin’ right an’ left on this high-minded plan;
I’ve gin away my thousans so to every Southun sort
O’ missions, colleges, an’ sech, ner ain’t no poorer for ’t.
I warn’t so bad off, arter all; I needn’t hardly mention
That Guv’ment owed me quite a pile for my arrears o’ pension,—
I mean the poor, weak thing we hed: we run a new one now,