Riley farm-rhymes . WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN Then your apples all is getherd, and the ones a feller keepsIs poured around the ccller-floor in red and ycller heaps ;And your cider-makin s over, and your wimniern-folks is throughWith their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too ! . .1 dont know how to tell it—but ef sicli a thing could beAs the Angels wantin boardin, and theyd call around on iiic—Id want to commodate em—all the v/hole-indurin flock-When the frost is on the punkin and the fodders in the shock!. 31

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