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A BARN-YARD CONFUSION.
Marandy, you an' all de chaps,
Come here! you heard me call:
Dis good fah nothin' lazy nag,
Lay cross-ways in de stall.
Come here! you heard me call:
Dis good fah nothin' lazy nag,
Lay cross-ways in de stall.
A great big pile of skin an' bones,
Done et my oats an' hay;
An' now right here at plowin' time,
He 's gwine to pass away.
Done et my oats an' hay;
An' now right here at plowin' time,
He 's gwine to pass away.
Miss Lucy, what's you geeglin' bout?
You aint too big to whale:
Come hear and grab old Balley's head!
You Mose, come grab his tail!
You aint too big to whale:
Come hear and grab old Balley's head!
You Mose, come grab his tail!
Look out dah mammy, watch dem heels!
We's gwine to turn him 'round;
Now ev'ry body lend a han',
Let's git him off de ground.
We's gwine to turn him 'round;
Now ev'ry body lend a han',
Let's git him off de ground.
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Git up! Git up! you scoundrel beast!
Push ha'd now, one an' all;
Ah, we kaint hold him! git away,
An' let the roskul fall.
Push ha'd now, one an' all;
Ah, we kaint hold him! git away,
An' let the roskul fall.
I have a mind to git my ax,
An' bust his plagued head:
A good fau nothin' plug like dis,
Is better off when dead.
An' bust his plagued head:
A good fau nothin' plug like dis,
Is better off when dead.
Now Mose, you go an' git a plank,
I'm gwine to make a prop;
So when we git him on his feet,
He kaint in no wise drop.
I'm gwine to make a prop;
So when we git him on his feet,
He kaint in no wise drop.
Git ready now! an' let us try,
To git him on his feet;
Git up! Come up saw! move about!
You aint too sick to eat.
To git him on his feet;
Git up! Come up saw! move about!
You aint too sick to eat.
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Be careful when he makes dat lunge,
An' ketch him 'fo' he fall!
I'll put dis plank against his side,
And bind him to the stall.
An' ketch him 'fo' he fall!
I'll put dis plank against his side,
And bind him to the stall.
Git up now Baldey! Come up sah!
Gib me dat buggy spoke!
I brung him to his feet dat time;
Look out! dat plank 's done broke.
Gib me dat buggy spoke!
I brung him to his feet dat time;
Look out! dat plank 's done broke.
Lay down an' die you scoundrel beast,
Kaint eat my oats an' hay;
An' think dat you kin take a res',
By playin' off dis way.
Kaint eat my oats an' hay;
An' think dat you kin take a res',
By playin' off dis way.
Nex' time I'll buy a better horse,
One dat is sound an' 'live;
I'm tired of dese two dollah plugs,
Gwine pay 'bout fo' or five.
One dat is sound an' 'live;
I'm tired of dese two dollah plugs,
Gwine pay 'bout fo' or five.
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