Let me but live my life from year to year
With forward face and unreluctant soul;
Not hurrying to, nor turning from the goal;
Not mourning for the things that disappear ...
the railroad track,
Or a big boat ride, which he often does,
Oh, I 'm orful glad when he's back becoz
Jes' as soon as he's kissed my ma an' me
He laffs, an' says: 'Come along an' see
The wonderful things in my old black grip,
The things I got on my little trip.'