The parson, my bud-he's a preacher, you know, Looks on wi' 's thumbs in 'is gallus-straps, The kef is a fool, don't mean no harm, Only wantin' to suck; But sometimes I git so awful mad 'At I twistes 'is yur like a shuck. They-all say I'm lazy, no 'count in the worl', But I wouldn't mind workin' all times o' day That pore white kef, a-wantin' his share, I'll ketch ev'ry boy 'at stays on the place |