Riley farm-rhymes . tand knee-deep, and redder than the sunset down the road. 183 EOMANCIN Thens when I ben a-fishin!—And tlieys other fellers, too,With theyr hickry-poles a-swishin out behind em; and a fewLittle shiners on our stringers, with theyr tails tip- toein we dance em in our fingers all the happy jurney home. I kin see us, true to Natur, tlium the time we started a biscuit and a tater in our little roundabout !—I kin see our lines a-tanglin, and our elbows in a jam,And our naked legs a-danglin thuni the apern o the dam. I kin see the honeysuckle climbin up around th
Riley farm-rhymes . tand knee-deep, and redder than the sunset down the road. 183 EOMANCIN Thens when I ben a-fishin!—And tlieys other fellers, too,With theyr hickry-poles a-swishin out behind em; and a fewLittle shiners on our stringers, with theyr tails tip- toein we dance em in our fingers all the happy jurney home. I kin see us, true to Natur, tlium the time we started a biscuit and a tater in our little roundabout !—I kin see our lines a-tanglin, and our elbows in a jam,And our naked legs a-danglin thuni the apern o the dam. I kin see the honeysuckle climbin up around the mill,And kin hear the worter chuckle, and the wheel a-growl- in still;And thum the bank below it I kin steal the old jest git in and row it like the miller ust to do. Wy, I git my fancy focussed on the past so mortul planeI kin even smell the locus-blossoms bloomin in the lane;And I hear the cow-bells clinkin sweeter tunes n ^loney-muskFer the lightnin bugs a-blinkin and a-dancin in the dusk. 184 -vc.
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