Pap’s got his patent right, and rich as all creation;
  But where ’s the peace and comfort that we all had before?
Le’s go a-visitin’ back to Griggsby’s Station—
  Back where we ust to be so happy and so pore!

The likes of us a-livin’ here! It ’s just a mortal pity
  To see us in this great big house, with cyarpets on the stairs,
And the pump...