Every Day Dirt

Now John came home all in a wonder

Rattled at the door just like thunder

"Who is there?" Mr. Henry cried

"'Tis my husband you must hide"

Then John sat down by the fireside weepin'

Up the chimney he got to peepin'

There he saw that poor old soul

Sittin' up astraddle of a pot rack pole

Then John built on a roaring fire

Just to suit his own desire

His wife cried out with a pretty good yell

"Don't do it, father, man, you'll kill!"

Then John reached up and down he fetched him

Just like a coon when a dog had catched him

He blacked both eyes and then did better

Kicked him out right on his setter