Years, years ago, ere yet my dreams
  Had been of being wise or witty,
Ere I had done with writing themes,
  Or yawned o’er this infernal Chitty,—
Years, years ago, while all my joys
  Were in my fowling-piece and filly;
In short, while I was yet a...

Pike County Ballads
WALL, no! I can’t tell whar he lives,
  Because he don’t live, you see;
Leastways, he ’s got out of the habit
  Of livin’ like you and me.
Whar have you been for the last three year
  That you haven’t heard folks tell
How...