Never much on stirrin' roun'
(Sich warn't his desire),
Allers certain to be foun'
Settin' by the fire.
When the frost wuz comin' down--
Col' win' creepin' nigher,
Spent each day jest thataway--
Settin' by the fire.
When the dancin' shook the groun'--
Raised the ol' roof higher,
Never swung the gals eroun'--
Sot thar' by the fire.
Same ol' corner night an' day--
Never 'peared to tire;
Not a blessed word to say!
Jest sot by the fire.
When he died, by slow degrees,
Folks said: "He's gone higher;"
But it's my opinion he's
Settin' by the fire.
