Dough I 'm sure de win' is blow de oder way;

An' de log dey come a-bangin' down de chute,

Den spile de job by w'isperin', "I 'm afraid I spik de trut',

De ole man 's gettin' on."

 Only yesterday de pig get loose an' run away, An' de nex' t'ing he was goin' on de corn— So I run an' fetch de stick, an' after heem so quick Jus' to mak' heem feelin' sorry he was born; An' dat pig he laugh at me, an' he fill hees belly full 'Fore he 's makin' up his min' for come along— I 'm sure I see heem wink—should n't wonder if he t'ink, "Very easy see dere 's somet'ing goin' wrong— De ole man 's gettin on." 

An' de nex' t'ing he was goin' on de corn—

Jus' to mak' heem feelin' sorry he was born;

'Fore he 's makin' up his min' for come along—

"Very easy see dere 's somet'ing goin' wrong—

De ole man 's gettin on."

 If only I can get some doctor feex me up, Mak' me feel a leetle looser on de knee— On de shoulder, ev'ryw'ere—ba tonder! I don't care, I 'le spen' a couple o' dollar, mebbe t'ree— Jus' to larn dem feller dere how to skip an' how to jomp, On de way I beat deir fader long ago— Yass siree! an' purty soon dey 'll sing anoder tune, An' wonder w'at de devil 's dere to show De ole man's gettin' on. 

Mak' me feel a leetle looser on de knee—

I 'le spen' a couple o' dollar, mebbe t'ree—

On de way I beat deir fader long ago—

An' wonder w'at de devil 's dere to show

De ole man's gettin' on.

 Oh! dat maudit rheumateez! now she's ketchin' me again On de back becos I 'm leetle bit excite, An' put ma finger down, widout stoopin' on de groun'— But I 'll do dat trick to-morrow, not to-night— All de sam' I often t'ink ev'ry dog is got hees day, Dat 's de lesson I was learnin' on de school; So I can't help feelin' blue w'en I wonder if it 's true W'at dey 're sayin'—dough o' course dey 're only fool— De ole man 's gettin' on. 

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