Further adventures of Napoleon.

I run the old mill over here in Reubenville,
My name's Joshuaway Ebanezer Frye.
I know a thing or two, you can bet your boots I do,
Can't fool me 'cause I'm too derned sly.
I've met the bunco men, always get the best of them;
Once met a couple on the Boston train
They says, "How be you?" I says, "Wal, that'l do,
Just travel right along with yer derned skin game".

cho: Wal, I swan, I must be gitt'n on,
      Nex time yer over stop in at the farm.
      I'll be switched, the hay ain't pitched
      Git up Napoleon, it looks like rain.

Hitched up the old mare, went over to the county fair
Took first prize on a load of summer squash.
Came home by the hill, stopped at the cider mill,
Got just as full as a tick by gosh.
Got home so dern late
I couldn't see the garden gate
Ma says, Joshaway, tain't possibile.

We had a big show here about a week ago
Pitched up a tent by the old mill dam.
Ma says, "Let's go in the side show
Just to get a look at the tattooed man.
I seen a cuss look sharp at my pocketbook.
He says, "Gimme two tens for a a five?"
I says,"Ya dern fool I be the constable
Now yer arrested sure as yer alive.