“Wy, the Gran’ Jury, I expect, ‘ll hev to set agin.”
Thet’s the way metters stood at fust; now wut wuz I to du,
But jest to make the best on’t an’ off coat an’ buckle tu?
Ther’ ain’t a livin’ man thet finds an income necessarier
Than me,—bimeby I’ll tell ye how I fin’lly come to merry her.
She hed another motive, tu: I mention of it here
T’ encourage lads thet’s growin’ up to study ’n’ persevere,
An’ show ’em how much better ’t pays to mind their winter-schoolin’
Than to go off on benders ’n’ sech, an’ waste their time in foolin’;
Ef ’t warn’t for studyin’, evening, I never ’d ha’ ben here