A Old Tramp slep' in our stable wunst, br An' The Raggedy Man he caught br An' roust him up, an' chased him off br Clean out through our back lot! br br An' th' Old Tramp hollered back an' said,-- br 'You're a purty man!--You air!-- br With a pair o' eyes like two fried eggs, br An' a nose like a Bartlutt pear!'br br James Whitcomb Rileybr br