Little Britches

I don't know much on religion and I ain't never had no show

But I got a middlin' tight grip sir on the handful of things that I know

I don't pan out on the prophets good will and that sort of thing

But I believe in God and the angels ever since one night last spring

I come into town with some turnips and my little Gabe came along

No four year old in this country could beat him for purty and strong

Pert and chipper and sassy and always ready to swear and fight

And I learned him to chaw tobaccy just to keep his teeth milk white

The snow came down like a blanket as I passed by Taget's store

I went in for a jug of molasses and I left the team at the door

But they scared at somethin' and started and I heard one little squeal

And lickety split over the prairie went team Little Britches and all

Yes lickety split over the prairie I was almost froze with skeer

But we rousted up some torches and we searched from far and near

At last we struck hosses and wagon snowed under a soft white mound

Upsot dead beat but of little Gabe no hide nor hair could be found

And here all hope soured on me of findin' my little Gabe

So I just flopped down on my marrow bones and crotched deep in the snow and prayed

By this time the torches was played out and me and Israel Par

Went off with some wood to a sheep fold that he said was somewhere thar

We found it at last in a little shed where they shut up the lambs at night

We looked in and seen them huddled there so warm and sleepy and white

And there sot Little Britches and chirped as pert as ever you see

I wants a chaw of tobaccy and that's what's the matter of me

How did he get there angels he could never have walked in that storm

They just scooped down and toted him to where it was safe and warm

And I think that savin a little child and fodging him to his own

Is a dern sight better business than loafin' around the throne