And some on ’em wuz stronger—
“And one dum old fool wuz born in Jonesville,
Fair Jonesville on the Lyme.”
His axents on these last words wuz affectin’ in the extreme, and he seemed to think I ort to shed tears when he said ’em, and I didn’t know but I had ort to, but I wuz in sunthin’ of a hurry a new bindin’ a petticoat, and I thought I wouldn’t.
One verse wuz as follers, and I presoom his feelin’s about the delights of our home wuz powerful as he writ it:
“Tell Ury and Philury to joyous wash the pan,
To worship all the barn chores, adore the milky can,
The Jerseys, oh, in happier hours I driv ’em through the crick,
Oh, angel calves, oh, did I e’er hit one on ’em with a stick?
The lovely, sweet young critters might kick me time and time,