The book of joyous children . m^ HE S GO HITCH UP, CHRISMUS-DAY, an come take me back again. A CHEISTMAS MEMORY Aint that funny?—An they re dead :An this-here s th ole Homestead.—An my Anty said, an cried,Its mine, too, ef my Ma died—Dont know what she mean—cause myMa she s nuvver go to die !. [95] A CHKISTMAS MEMORY When Pa bringed me here t ^uz night—Way dark night! An Anty spread Me a piece—an light the lightAn say I must go to bed.—I cry not to—but Pa said,^Be good boy now, like youtelledMommy at you re go to be!An, when he uz kissin meMy good night, his cheek sall wetAn taste salty.—An he

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The book of joyous children . m^ HE S GO HITCH UP, CHRISMUS-DAY, an come take me back again. A CHEISTMAS MEMORY Aint that funny?—An they re dead :An this-here s th ole Homestead.—An my Anty said, an cried,Its mine, too, ef my Ma died—Dont know what she mean—cause myMa she s nuvver go to die !. [95] A CHKISTMAS MEMORY When Pa bringed me here t ^uz night—Way dark night! An Anty spread Me a piece—an light the lightAn say I must go to bed.—I cry not to—but Pa said,^Be good boy now, like youtelledMommy at you re go to be!An, when he uz kissin meMy good night, his cheek sall wetAn taste salty.—An he held Wite close to me an rocked some An laughed-like—til Anty come Git me while he s rockin yet.

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