Riley farm-rhymes . soul over, hub and spoke! Honest, now !—it haint no dreamAt Im wantin,—hut the facsAs they wuz ; the same old stream, ^Vnd the same old times, i jacks !—dim me back my bare feet—andStonebruise too !—And scratched and tanned !And let hottest dog-days shineUp and down old Brandywine! In and on Ijetwixt the trees the banks, pour down 3er noon,Kindo curdled with the breeze And the yallerhammers tune ; 136.

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