In the great State of Rhode Island, on the way to Providence, I came upon a weeping man a-sitting on a fence. “Pray tell me, sir,” says I to him, “what causes you such sorrow.” Says he to me, “The troubles that I fear will come to-morrow.”
Says I to him, “Land sakes alive! The trouble ’s with your liver!” Says he to me, “I ’m thinking, ma’am, of jumping in the river.” Says I to him, “Come home with me and drink some boneset tea.” Says he to me, “No, thank you, ma’am I ’d rather stay ’s I be."
