Just as the sun was setting br Back of the Western hills br Grandfather stood by the window br Eating the last of his pills. br br And Grandmother, by the cupboard, br Knitting, heard him say: br 'I ought to have went to the village br To fetch some more pills today.' br br Then Grandmother snuffled a teardrop br And said. 'It is jest like I suz br T’ th’ parson—Grandfather’s liver br Ain’t what it used to was: br br 'It’s gittin’ torpid and dormant, br It don’t function like of old, br And even them pills he swallers br Don’t seem no more t’ catch hold; br br 'They used to grab it and shake it br And joggle it up and down br And turn dear Grandfather yaller br Except when they turned him brown; br br 'I remember when we was married br His liver was lively and gay, br A kickin’ an’ rippin’ an’ givin’ br Dear Ezry new pains ev’ry day; br br 'It used to turn clear over backwards br An’ palpitate wuss’n a pump br An’ give him the janders and yallers br An’ bounce around thumpty-thump; br br 'But now it is torpid and dormant br And painless and quiet and cold; br Ah, me! all’s so peaceful an’ quiet br Since Grandfather’s liver ’s grown old! br br Then Grandmother wiped a new teardrop br And sighed: 'It is just like I suz br T’ th’ parson: Grandfather’s liver br Ain’t what it used to was.