Swazy folks and others; poems . znt jestCrammed with vegetables an sichKeepin everthing frum itchClean t black dipthery frumMylo, an I gess theys sumDoctors nevur heerd of, sir,Mylo had pervided fer! Wore sum fetty round his neckFer the janders, I expeck;Toted taters all aboutFer t keep numony out;Buckeyes fer the rheumatizWuz a fool idee o his! * * *Nevur dun a bit o good—Knowed they want no liklihood—Mylo got—perhaps youve seen—BI owed up by a thrash in chine/ 120 SWAZY FOLKS AND OTHERS Ben Tarr Opines. I HERES nuthin I know, er that ever I see. Thats half s contrary ez human fokes belTheyre
Swazy folks and others; poems . znt jestCrammed with vegetables an sichKeepin everthing frum itchClean t black dipthery frumMylo, an I gess theys sumDoctors nevur heerd of, sir,Mylo had pervided fer! Wore sum fetty round his neckFer the janders, I expeck;Toted taters all aboutFer t keep numony out;Buckeyes fer the rheumatizWuz a fool idee o his! * * *Nevur dun a bit o good—Knowed they want no liklihood—Mylo got—perhaps youve seen—BI owed up by a thrash in chine/ 120 SWAZY FOLKS AND OTHERS Ben Tarr Opines. I HERES nuthin I know, er that ever I see. Thats half s contrary ez human fokes belTheyre sartin an sure t put plans out o jint—An* right here in Swazy s a sample in pint. Why, ever since I cum t Swazy, I gess, Sam Davis s been purrin t Myra Ann Kress— Jist lookin at others neither one cud abide,An everone said it was all cut an dried. An Myry wus pert-like an purty an bright,Whilse all at Sam knowed wudnt last overnight; Yit Sam went t Congerss, contrary t Myry run off with a lightenin rod man!. Ol Ben Tarr SWAZY FOLKS AND OTHERS 123 The Old Back Stoop. T^^ELL, yes, the house is finished an itsbigger n creation!Theres nuthin in the township that is half ezbig er fine;The wimin folks kep naggin fer t* build it, till,darnation,I jist plumb had t build it t presarve mypeace o moved the old place backurds, tew the orchardover yender;Its purty, haint it, stranger? How themmornin glories droop,An see that mountain ivy how it clings s soft antenderAround the ellum timbers of the old backstoop. Air new house is more competint an cost a heap,by towhitt—A sta-shun-ary wash trofF an them fixinseverwhere—But sumhow, jist betwixt us {hut I luuJni havethem know it /)I feel jist twict as happy in the old house overthere!We built it when we married an* we cleared theoak an beegum—Around it all air babies uster romp an playan troop;Theyre mostly sleepin yender an the only timeI see emIs whilse I set an romance on the old backstoop! 124 SWAZY FOLKS
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