I'm humly, an' I'm poor; but I've loved yeou ever sence we went a-nuttin' years ago, an' yeou shook daown fer me, kerried my bag, and kissed me tew the gate, when all the others shunned me, 'cause my father drank an' I was shabby dressed, ugly, an' shy.

"What d'ye see?" "I don't see him now, sir; nuttin' now; but dere was a ship.

Oh, how much he felt de blow, As he watched dem face fall low, When dem wait an' nuttin' came An' drew back deir han's wid shame!

Dere's nuttin' but a high board fence.

Jest fancy me slinging my 'ook For old Turmutshire, going out nuttin', or bobbing for fish in a brook!