Hain’t no sense in wishin’—yit
Wisht to goodness I could jes
“Gee” the blame’ world round and git
Back to that old happiness!—
Kindo’ drive back in the shade
“The old Covered Bridge” there laid
’Crosst the crick, and sorto’ soak
My soul over, hub and spoke!
Honest, now!—it hain’t no dream
’At I’m wantin’,—but the fac’s