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I' GOT TO FACE MOTHER TO-DAY!
I' got to face Mother to-day, fer a fact!—
I' got to face Mother to-day!
And jes' how I'll dare to, an' how she will act,
Is more than a mortal can say!
But I' got to face her—I' got to! And so
Here's a' old father clean at the end of his row!
I' got to face Mother to-day!
And jes' how I'll dare to, an' how she will act,
Is more than a mortal can say!
But I' got to face her—I' got to! And so
Here's a' old father clean at the end of his row!
And Pink and Wade's gone to the farm fer her now—
And I'm keepin' house fer 'em here—
Their purty, new house—and all paid fer!—But how
Am I goin' to meet her, and clear
Uy my actchully he'ppin' 'em both to elope?—
('Cause Mother wuz set—and wuz no other hope!)
And I'm keepin' house fer 'em here—
Their purty, new house—and all paid fer!—But how
Am I goin' to meet her, and clear
Uy my actchully he'ppin' 'em both to elope?—
('Cause Mother wuz set—and wuz no other hope!)
I don't think it's Wade she's so biased ag'in',
But his bizness,—a railroadin' man
'At runs a switch-engine, day out and day in,
And's got to make hay while he can,—
It's a dangersome job, I'll admit,—but see what
A fine-furnished home 'at he's already got!
But his bizness,—a railroadin' man
'At runs a switch-engine, day out and day in,
And's got to make hay while he can,—
It's a dangersome job, I'll admit,—but see what
A fine-furnished home 'at he's already got!
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And Pink—W'y, the girl wuz just pinin' away,—
So what could her old father do,
When he found her, hid-like, in a loose load of hay,
But jes' to drive on clean into
The aidge of the city, where—singular thing!—
Wade switched us away to the Squire, i jing!
So what could her old father do,
When he found her, hid-like, in a loose load of hay,
But jes' to drive on clean into
The aidge of the city, where—singular thing!—
Wade switched us away to the Squire, i jing!
Now—a-leavin' me here—they're driv off, with a cheer,
On their weddin'-trip—which is to drive
Straight home and tell Mother, and tol her back here
And surrender me, dead er alive!
So I'm waitin' here—not so blame' overly gay
As I wuz,—'cause I' got to face Mother to-day!
On their weddin'-trip—which is to drive
Straight home and tell Mother, and tol her back here
And surrender me, dead er alive!
So I'm waitin' here—not so blame' overly gay
As I wuz,—'cause I' got to face Mother to-day!
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