Part 2 — LXX

When I was still a boy and mother's pride, A bigger boy spoke up to me so kind-like, 'If you do like, I'll treat you with a ride In this wheel-barrow.' So then I was blind-like To what he had a-working in his mind-like, And mounted for a passenger inside; And coming to a puddle, pretty wide, He tipp'd me in a-grinning back behind-like. So when a man may come to me so thick-like, And shake my hand where once he pass'd me by, And tell me he would do me this or that, I can't help thinking of the big boy's trick-like, And then, for all I can but wag my hat, And thank him, I do feel a little shy.