To T. A.
      I have made for you a song,
      And it may be right or wrong,
      But only you can tell me if it's true;
      I have tried for to explain
      Both your pleasure and your pain,
      And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you!

      O there'll surely come a day
      When they'll give you all your pay,
      And treat you as a Christian ought to do;
      So, until that day comes round,
      Heaven keep you safe and sound,
      And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you!
  R. K.