In de winter I go huntin’,
Wh’n de groun’ is white wi’h snow,
In de summer I go fishin’,
Wh’n de groun’s too wet to plow.
Do yo’ hear de dogs a barkin’,
Lik’ da’s struck a raccoon trail,
Sho’ sine o’ fallin’ weather,
Chile, I’s neber seen it fail.
Run out, Jacob, look back Southward,
An’ see if ther’s a cloud in sight,
Goshie, wh’t a clap o’ thunder,
Clouds ’re hangin’ black as night.
Jacob heard de rain a fallin’,
Pitter patter on de roof,
Fold his arms and looked at Hannah,
Now yo’ see I’s tol’ de truth.
Daddy in de chimney corner,
Jake, I hear you wishin’ rain,
Yes sur, dad, de garden parchin’
Don’t yo’ think ’twill help de grain?
NO USE IN SIGNS.
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Der’s no use bein’ scared o’ cungers,
An’ lettin’ black cats turn you back,
You jus’ go on about your business,
And let de cungers hav’ your track.
Fo’ Friday aint no wus’ dan Monday,
As far as luck to you’s concerned,
You han’ may itch don’t spit into it,
You won’t git nothin’ but what you earn.