When little Dickie Swope’s a man,
He’s go’ to be a Sailor;
An’ little Hamey Tincher, he’s
A-go’ to be a Tailor:
Bud Mitchell, he’s a-go’ to be
A stylish Carriage-Maker;
An’ when _I_ grow a grea’-big man,
I’m go’ to be a Baker!
An’ Dick’ll buy his sailor-suit
O’ Hame; and Hame’ll take it
An’ buy as fine a double-rigg
As ever Bud can make it:
An’ nen all three’ll drive roun’ fer me
An’ we’ll drive off togevver,
A-slingin’ pie-crust 'long the road
Ferever an’ ferever!