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Wot's that you're readin' a novel A novel well darn my skin	A
You a man grown and bearded and histin' such stuff ez that in	A
Stuff about gals and their sweethearts No wonder you're thin ez a knife	B
Look at me clar two hundred and never read one in my life	B
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That's my opinion o' novels And ez to their lyin' round here	C
They belong to the Jedge's daughter the Jedge who came up last year	D
On account of his lungs and the mountains and the balsam o' pine and fir	E
And his daughter well she read novels and that's what's the matter with her	E
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Yet she was sweet on the Jedge and stuck by him day and night	F
Alone in the cabin up 'yer till she grew like a ghost all white	F
She wus only a slip of a thing ez light and ez up and away	G
Ez rifle smoke blown through the woods but she wasn't my kind no way	G
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Speakin' o' gals d'ye mind that house ez you rise the hill	H
A mile and a half from White's and jist above Mattingly's mill	H
You do Well now thar's a gal What you saw her Oh come now thar quit	I
She was only bedevlin' you boys for to me she don't cotton one bit	I
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Now she's what I call a gal ez pretty and plump ez a quail	J
Teeth ez white ez a hound's and they'd go through a ten penny nail	J
Eyes that kin snap like a cap So she asked to know whar I was hid	K
She did Oh it's jist like her sass for she's peart ez a Katydid	K
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But what was I talking of Oh the Jedge and his daughter she read	L
Novels the whole day long and I reckon she read them abed	L
And sometimes she read them out loud to the Jedge on the porch where he sat	M
And 'twas how Lord Augustus said this and how Lady Blanche she said that	M
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But the sickest of all that I heerd was a yarn thet they read 'bout a chap	N
Leather stocking by name and a hunter chock full o' the greenest o' sap	N
And they asked me to hear but I says Miss Mabel not any for me	O
When I likes I kin sling my own lies and thet chap and I shouldn't agree	O
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Yet somehow or other that gal allus said that I brought her to mind	P
Of folks about whom she had read or suthin belike of thet kind	P
And thar warn't no end o' the names that she give me thet summer up here	C
Robin Hood Leather stocking Rob Roy Oh I tell you the critter was queer	D
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And yet ef she hadn't been spiled she was harmless enough in her way	G
She could jabber in French to her dad and they said that she knew how to play	G
And she worked me that shot pouch up thar which the man doesn't live ez kin use	Q
And slippers you see 'em down 'yer ez would cradle an Injin's papoose	Q
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Yet along o' them novels you see she was wastin' and mopin' away	G
And then she got shy with her tongue and at last she had nothin' to say	G
And whenever I happened around her face it was hid by a book	R
And it warn't till the day she left that she give me ez much ez a look	R
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And this was the way it was It was night when I kem up here	C
To say to 'em all good by for I reckoned to go for deer	D
At sun up the day they left So I shook 'em all round by the hand	S
'Cept Mabel and she was sick ez they give me to understand	S
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But jist ez I passed the house next morning at dawn some one	T
Like a little waver o' mist got up on the hill with the sun	T
Miss Mabel it was alone all wrapped in a mantle o' lace	Q
And she stood there straight in the road with a touch o' the sun in her face	Q
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And she looked me right in the eye I'd seen suthin' like it before	U
When I hunted a wounded doe to the edge o' the Clear Lake Shore	U
And I had my knee on its neck and I jist was raisin' my knife	B
When it give me a look like that and well it got off with its life	B
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We are going to day she said and I thought I would say good by	V
To you in your own house Luke these woods and the bright blue sky	V
You've always been kind to us Luke and papa has found you still	H
As good as the air he breathes and wholesome as Laurel Tree Hill	H
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And we'll always think of you Luke as the thing we could not take away	G
The balsam that dwells in the woods the rainbow that lives in the spray	G
And you'll sometimes think of mE Luke as you know you once used to say	G
A rifle smoke blown through the woods a moment but never to stay	G
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And then we shook hands She turned but a suddent she tottered and fell	W
And I caught her sharp by the waist and held her a minit Well	W
It was only a minit you know thet ez cold and ez white she lay	G
Ez a snowflake here on my breast and then well she melted away	G
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And was gone And thar are her books but I says not any for me	O
Good enough may be for some but them and I mightn't agree	O
They spiled a decent gal ez might hev made some chap a wife	B
And look at me clar two hundred and never read one in my life	B

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