Way I used to swing a scythe
Was a caution, tell you, though!
Down my acre any day—
But I’m gettin’ old and slow.
Still, I keep the burdocks out,
And the grapevines up and trim;
And this great-grandson of mine—
Takes my time a-watchin’ him.
He’s the cutest little chap,
Like his Grandpap, and his dad—