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FISHIN' HOOK AN' WORMS.
De lubly sky is hangin' wid de clouds ub heb'ny blue,
An' de little birds a-wabblin' like dey'd bus' dar froats in two;
De gentle kows a-lowin' in the medder 'mong de cohn,
While de tree-frog is a-singin' in de fresh an' rosy morn;
But ub all de lubly vizhuns dat's floatin' fore my min',
De sweetes' is de brook-side, wid fishin' hook an' lin'.
An' de little birds a-wabblin' like dey'd bus' dar froats in two;
De gentle kows a-lowin' in the medder 'mong de cohn,
While de tree-frog is a-singin' in de fresh an' rosy morn;
But ub all de lubly vizhuns dat's floatin' fore my min',
De sweetes' is de brook-side, wid fishin' hook an' lin'.
When de sun is jes' a-peepin' from its sof' an' balmy bed,
While de dew is on de flowers, an' de shades ub night is fled,
I takes my dinner bucket, when de day is jes' begun,
An' I'm gwine off a-fishin' tell de eb'nin' shadders kum;
An' 'tain't no use to tell me dat de worl' ain't bright an' fhar,
While de kat-fish is a-bitin', and de sun shines ebrywhar.
While de dew is on de flowers, an' de shades ub night is fled,
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An' I'm gwine off a-fishin' tell de eb'nin' shadders kum;
An' 'tain't no use to tell me dat de worl' ain't bright an' fhar,
While de kat-fish is a-bitin', and de sun shines ebrywhar.
De politishuns tell me dat de votin' is de thing
To put us into power an' de happiness to bring,
But yo' kan't tell me nuffin', 'cause I ain't bin no fool,
Sense de days dey had me 'spectin' forty acres an' a mule.
Ef dey wants to hab me votin', dey kin bring me up to terms
Ef dey'll gib me little lezhur an' sum fishin' hooks an' worms.
To put us into power an' de happiness to bring,
But yo' kan't tell me nuffin', 'cause I ain't bin no fool,
Sense de days dey had me 'spectin' forty acres an' a mule.
Ef dey wants to hab me votin', dey kin bring me up to terms
Ef dey'll gib me little lezhur an' sum fishin' hooks an' worms.
When de sun is shinin' brightly, jes' erbout de time ub noon,
An' de flies ar' lazy buzzin' wid a sweet an' lubly chune,
I'se a-settin' dar a-noddin', like a scholar wid his book,
While de fishes is a-bitin' all de bait frum off my hook.
You may say dat I am lazy, 'cause I ain't no 'risticrat,
But I gwine to hab sum pledjur do', in spite ub all er dat.
An' de flies ar' lazy buzzin' wid a sweet an' lubly chune,
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While de fishes is a-bitin' all de bait frum off my hook.
You may say dat I am lazy, 'cause I ain't no 'risticrat,
But I gwine to hab sum pledjur do', in spite ub all er dat.
An' when de slantin' shadders tell de swif' approach ub night,
An' de linnet an' de robin quickly homeward wings dar flight,
I gethers up my bucket an' de fishes dat I caught,
An' seeks my 'umble cottage ez an hones' fellow ought;
So, all de cares an' troubles dat dis ol' worl' kin bring
I'll bear widout kumplainin', ef I've fishin' in de spring.
An' de linnet an' de robin quickly homeward wings dar flight,
I gethers up my bucket an' de fishes dat I caught,
An' seeks my 'umble cottage ez an hones' fellow ought;
So, all de cares an' troubles dat dis ol' worl' kin bring
I'll bear widout kumplainin', ef I've fishin' in de spring.
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