"They've been fondlin' that skin half the winter.

Pop's had un out a hundred times to see how fine and black 'twere, and shook un out to see how thick and deep the fur is.

And they been countin' and countin' on the things they'd be gettin' and needs, and can't get now she's gone.

And they been countin' on the money they'd have to lay by for their feeble days when they needs un.

They'll never get over mournin' the loss of un.