Rise Of The Common Woodpile

Long since gone, Family had left the Hill;
Long left, a Woodpile sitting under roof , smiling still
Woodworms told some stories in there, and hollowed out
And under roof also Hoedowns, whoop-ups and Shouts

The Woodpile smiling up and down
Taking up loose by & by's Knowledge-collecting
From good-deeded minds, Worm and Mankind
Round them up and one lostened to my old Banjo
Setting them down, it thanked this old Fellow

Rise , rise up and take the instruments of Man;
Put them to use in better ways than we can!

By songs it sang with a barking buzz and voice;
Banjo-playing that sounding like the Well-bucket's hoist
I took it to a Miner camp, to see
If my Wood would gain employment
The Cookhall's cook mistook for Rot
And housed them in Fireplace-flame

Rise, rise ashes! and take the knowledge of Man;
Put it to use to better ways than we can!

Raise me up with a ???? banjo Miner Troop
Follow me with the pantry; ????-up ashes in the Soup