In Defense of Nellie

Eatin' her head off, is she?
Too old to be any good?
If you was me you'd sell her?
Mebbe you would!
Mebbe your way is business;
That's nuther here nor there;
I ain't talkin' business
That's my mare!

When I bought this place I got 'er;
She helped me to clear this land;
And she carried me to see your mother. . .
D'ye understand?
And I'm never gonna sell 'er,
Nor either give 'er away;
And she'll get her oats, young feller,
Twice a day.