QUITS by Edward Dyson

Ben Unger’s wife was dark and small,
   With little, round, black eyes;
Ben Unger started at her call,
   For Ben had been made wise.
No dirge could crush his spirit but
   The one by Annie sung;
No whip-lash ever made could cut
   Like Annie Unger’s tongue.


But Annie had a round, red cheek,
   A figure like a plum,
And Henderson from up the creek
   In courtship sly would come.
Then Annie voiced no angry call,
   Here dirge remained unsung,
And very gentle was the fall
  Of Annie Unger’s tongue.


Ned Holman went to Ben upon
   The hill in Colter’s hay.
He said: “your wife with Henderson
   Ran off at ten to-day!”
Ben stood stock still.  “All right!” said he;
   Then with a little laugh:
“That makes us quits at last.  ‘Twas me
   That stole his brindle calf!”