put in his bill.
Wal, Land o’ Goshen, Sam took on as though
they drawed his blood.
He’d hitch and hunch his wallet out as though
’twas stuck in mud.
Their nuss was quite a hand to tog; she used
to say to us
She wished that corsets laced as tight’s the
straps on that old puss.
Mis’ Green at last got down reel slim; one