In the great State of Rhode Island, on theway to Providence,I came upon a weeping man a-sitting on afence.“Pray tell me, sir,” says I to him, “whatcauses you such sorrow.”Says he to me, “The troubles that I fearwill come to-morrow.”
Says I to him, “Land sakes alive! Thetrouble ’s with your liver!”Says he to me, “I ’m thinking, ma’am, ofjumping in the river.”Says I to him, “Come home with me anddrink some boneset tea.”Says he to me, “No, thank you, ma’amI ’d rather stay ’s I be."
