The courtin' . THE COURT IN \ Says he, Id better call agin ; Says she, Think likely, Mister;Thet last word pricked him like a pin, An .... Wal, he up an kist her. When Ma bimeby upon em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes,All kin o smily roun the lips An teary roun the lashes. For she was jes the quiet kind Whose naturs never vary,Like streams that keep a summer mind Snowhid in Jenooary. The blood clost roun her heart felt glued Too tight for all expressin,Tell mother see how metters stood, And gin em both her blessin. In meetiri come nex Sunday!. THE COURTIN\ Then her red come back like the tideDo

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The courtin' . THE COURT IN \ Says he, Id better call agin ; Says she, Think likely, Mister;Thet last word pricked him like a pin, An .... Wal, he up an kist her. When Ma bimeby upon em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes,All kin o smily roun the lips An teary roun the lashes. For she was jes the quiet kind Whose naturs never vary,Like streams that keep a summer mind Snowhid in Jenooary. The blood clost roun her heart felt glued Too tight for all expressin,Tell mother see how metters stood, And gin em both her blessin. In meetiri come nex Sunday!. THE COURTIN\ Then her red come back like the tideDown to the Bay o Fundy, An all I know is they was criedIn meetin come nex Sunday.

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