While The Billy BoilsSearchA tramp was trampin' on the road--The afternoon was warm an' muggy--And by-and-by he chanced to meetA parsin ridin' in a buggy.Said he: "As follerers ov the Loard,To do good offices we oughter!"An' from a water-bag he poured,An' guv the tramp, a drink er water.
The parsin he went rattlin' 'omeTo ware his fam-i-lee was thrivin',The tramp went on until he metA bullick-driver, bullick drivin'--"It's bilin' 'ot," the driver sedAs soon's the dirty tramp drawed nearer,And from a little keg he poured,And giv the tramp a pint of beer--"ah!"
(P.S.--The "ah" is meant to standfor the tramp a-drinking ov it.)
I ain't agin the temperance cause,Nor yet no advocate ov drinkin'--I only tells the yarn because--Well, at the time it somehow seemedTer kind ov set me thinkin'.