Charles Follen Adams

“ Come in and make yerself ter hum! We're common folks—ain't much on style; Come in and stop a little while; 'Twon't do no harm ter rest yer some. Youngster, yer pale, and don't look well! What, way frum Bosting? Naow, dew tell! Why, that's a hundred mile or so; What started yer, I'd like ter know, On sich a tramp; got goods ter sell? No home—no friends? Naow that's too bad! Wall, cheer up, boy, and don't be sad— Wife, see what yer can find ter eat, And put the coffee on ter heat— We'll fix yer up all right, my lad. Willing ter work, can't git a job, And not a penny in yer fob? ”