There's lots of people—this town wouldn't hold them; Who don't know much excepting what's told them. - Will Carleton

Fare you well, old house! you're naught that can feel or see,
But you seem like a human bein'—a dear old friend to me;
And we never will have a better home, if my opinion stands,
Until we commence a-keepin' house in the house not made with hands.

I don't complain of Betsy or any of her acts,
Exceptin' when we 've quarreled and told each other facts.

I have talked with Betsy, and Betsy has talked with me,
And so we've agreed together that we can't never agree.