Jesse Covington

        If I have had some merry times
            In roaming up and down the earth,
        Have made some happy-hearted rhymes
            And had my brimming share of mirth,
        And if this song should live in fame
            When my brief day is dead and gone,
        Let it recall with mine the name
            Of old man Jesse Covington.

        Let it recall his waggish heart--
            Yeke-hey, yeke-hey, hey-diddle-diddle--
        When, while the fire-logs fell apart,
            He snatched the bow across his fiddle,
        And looked on, with his eyes half shut,
            Which meant his soul was wild with fun,
        At our mad capers through the hut
            Of old man Jesse Covington.

        For all the thrilling tales he told,
            For all the tunes the fiddle knew,
        For all the glorious nights of old
            We boys and he have rollicked through,
        For laughter all unknown to wealth
            That roared responsive to a pun,
        A hale, ripe age and ruddy health
            To old man Jesse Covington!