But the way them fiel’s was enjoyin’ thersel’s!
They was fairly yellin’ with glee;
I reckon I must ’a’ be’n pretty high keyed,
An’ I tell ye it jes’ got me.
I kind o’ suspishun Bill heerd suthin’ tew,
Fer a exstasy hit ’im like pain;
It looked like fer sure he was feelin’ the lure
O’ the siren thet sings after rain.
V
Laury at the ’Phone
Will’s drove ter Keene’s fer ’nockerlated seed;