Sweetest li'l feller, everybody knows; Dunno what to call him, but he's mighty lak' a rose; Lookin' at his mammy wid eyes so shiny blue Mek' you think that Heav'n is comin' clost ter you.
If you strike a thorn or rose, Keep a-goin! If it hails or if it snows, Keep a-goin! 'Tain't no use to sit and whine 'Cause the fish ain't on your line; Bait your hook an' keep on tryin'. Keep a-goin!