reely seemed the lamp
Had a ’leetric light attachment; an’ you
oughter heard us stamp
When that feller took his fiddle out an’ rosined
up the bow.
Then he yawked an’ yeaked an’ yawked
’Twistin’ keys ontil she squawked,
An’ we set there jest a-gawpin’; not a word to
say, but, oh,
We was right on pins an’ needles fer to have