When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder ’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O it ’s then ’...
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Jest rain and snow! and rain again! This morning I was ’most afeard |
Old man never had much to say— |
Pap’s got his patent right, and rich as all creation; The likes of us a-livin’ here! It ’s just a mortal... |
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