The poem
Sky's a-waxin' grey, Got to be a-goin'; Gittin' on my way, Where? I ain't a-knowin'. Fellers, no more jokes, Fun an' frisky greetin'-- So long, all you folks, Been nice our meetin'.
Sky's a-growin' dark, Have to be a-startin'. Feeble is the spark, Pitiful the partin'. Family an' all, Thanks for joy I owe you; Gotta take my call; Been sweet to know you.
Sky's a-mighty black, Close my heart's to breakin'. Lonesome is the track I must now be takin'. Lordy, be You nigh, Now's my time to prove you . . . Life, good-bye, good-bye,-- Been grand to love you!