The courtin' . THE COURTIN\ He was six foot o man, A 1, Clean grit an human natur;None could nt quicker pitch a ton Nor dror a furrer straighter. Hed sparked it with full twenty gals,Hed squired em, danced em, druv em, Fust this one, an then thet, by spells —All is, he could nt love em. But long o her his veins ould runAll crinkly like curled maple, The side she breshed felt full o sunEz a south slope in Apil. She thought no vice hed sech a swing Ez hisn in the choir;My! when he made Ole Hunderd ring, She knowed the Lord was nigher. Says he, Id better call agin!. THE CQUE TIN. An shed blush sc
The courtin' . THE COURTIN\ He was six foot o man, A 1, Clean grit an human natur;None could nt quicker pitch a ton Nor dror a furrer straighter. Hed sparked it with full twenty gals,Hed squired em, danced em, druv em, Fust this one, an then thet, by spells —All is, he could nt love em. But long o her his veins ould runAll crinkly like curled maple, The side she breshed felt full o sunEz a south slope in Apil. She thought no vice hed sech a swing Ez hisn in the choir;My! when he made Ole Hunderd ring, She knowed the Lord was nigher. Says he, Id better call agin!. THE CQUE TIN. An shed blush scarlit, right in prayer,When her new meetin-bunnet Felt somehow thru its crown a pair0 blue eyes sot upon it. Thet night, I tell ye, she looked some ! She seemed to ve gut a new soul,For she felt sartin-sure hed come, Down to her very shoe-sole. She heered a foot, an knowed it tu, A-raspin on the scraper, —All ways to once her feelins flew Like sparks in burnt-up paper. He kin o litered on the mat, Some doubtfle o the sekle,His heart kep goin pity-pat, But hern went pity Zekle. An .... Wal, lie up an hist her.
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