We wuz quite so overly
Welcome as we aimed to be.
Still it ’peared-like ever’thing—
Fur away from home as there—
Had more relish-like, i jing!—
Fish in stream, er bird in air!
O them rich old bottom-lands,
Past where Cowden’s School-house stands!
Wortermelons!—master-mine!
Up and down old Brandywine!