So great was Joe’s content

So great was Joe’s content, He went straight home and said his pray’rs; Became an alter’d man: When bed-time ’rriv’d he went up-stairs, And bless’d dear Agnes-Ann. Next morning like a lark he ’rose, And merrily tripp’d along Towards the mine, and as he goes, Hums o’er his old lov’d song.