Just a wee cot - the crickets chirr - love and the smiling face of her.

Say good-bye er howdy-do-- What's the odds betwixt the two? Comin'--goin'--every day-- Best friends first to go away-- Grasp of hands you'd ruther hold Than their weight in solid gold, Slips their grip while greetin' you,-- Say good-bye er howdy-do?

The ripest peach is highest on the tree.

O, it sets my heart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, when the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock

It is no use to grumble and complain; It's just as cheap and easy to rejoice; When God sorts out the weather and sends rain - Why, rain's my choice.

The ripest peach is highest on the tree