She tear up the grass a spell
An' ist stop her yeers an' yell
Like she'd die a-laughin'.
Never sich fool-youngens yit!
Nothin' funny,—not a bit!—
But we laugh' so; tel we whoop'
Purt'-nigh like we have the croup—
All so hoarse we'd wheeze an' whoop
An' ist choke a-laughin'.