Old Jeff he was a quiet man,
And never heard to 'cuss',
He never argued with his wife
When she would start a fuss.
He'd sit around the house at night
With leg crossed o'er his knee,
and smoke his pipe with sweet content;
A happy man was he.
He was an easy going soul,
Folks said he had no pride,
But Jeff took everything in fun,
And never seemed annoyed.
Old Jeff he was an honest man,
He seemed too slow to rob,
But when he had his work to do
He did an honest job.
He went each Sunday to his church,
And sat in the same pew;
He'd listen to the parson preach
The things he ought to do.
Until one day old Jeff passed on
Into a better land,
And 'though he leaved no wealth behind,
He died an honest man.
April, 1944
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