Bobashela . 109 VERSE. When t is early in the morning, (Say half past five or six),And the golden day is dawning, And t is cold to beat six bits;When the birds outside are singing. And the farmer goes to reap;I love to pull the cov r up, And quietly drop asleep. —A. Backward, turn backward, O time in your me a vSoph again, jus-t for one me feel wise again, just for this once,Tho forever hereafter I m counted dunce. Dis worl hit am a curus place, Hit seem all upsid down,I ve seen cake walk and money talk; Trees bark and root in de rabbit is bread in de briah patch

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Bobashela . 109 VERSE. When t is early in the morning, (Say half past five or six),And the golden day is dawning, And t is cold to beat six bits;When the birds outside are singing. And the farmer goes to reap;I love to pull the cov r up, And quietly drop asleep. —A. Backward, turn backward, O time in your me a vSoph again, jus-t for one me feel wise again, just for this once,Tho forever hereafter I m counted dunce. Dis worl hit am a curus place, Hit seem all upsid down,I ve seen cake walk and money talk; Trees bark and root in de rabbit is bread in de briah patch, I ve hern dat said a good eal,And I ve actually seen a wagin spring And corn stalk over mv fiel. —A. no o l-H O. III

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