The Indentured Logger- Swap Quatrain

Ten doggone years I've sawed your trees. I quit. I'll saw my own darn z's. I'm done with blood and sweat and tears; I've sawed your trees ten doggone years. Right out that door I'm marching on. No use to look, 'cause I'll be gone. I'm done with aches and blisters, for I'm marching on, right out that door. I'll never feel this weary back, Nor sleep in such a leaky shack; I'll go and find a decent meal -- This weary back I'll never feel. With some sweet girl we'll settle down Two thousand miles west of town. I and my mule, named Mr. Merl, We'll settle down with some sweet girl. I've lived in hell, Mad Merlin Green; Now I, like you, am strong and mean. Once shy and kind, now hear me yell; Mad Merlin Green, I've lived in hell.