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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	B
knife	C
Look at me clar two hundred and never read one in my life	C
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That's my opinion o' novels And ez to their lyin' round here	D
They belong to the Jedge's daughter the Jedge who came up last year	E
On account of his lungs and the mountains and the balsam o' pine and	F
fir	G
And his daughter well she read novels and that's what's the	B
matter with her	G
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Yet she was sweet on the Jedge and stuck by him day and night	H
Alone in the cabin up 'yer till she grew like a ghost all white	H
She wus only a slip of a thing ez light and ez up and away	I
Ez rifle smoke blown through the woods but she wasn't my kind no	J
way	I
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Speakin' o' gals d'ye mind that house ez you rise the hill	K
A mile and a half from White's and jist above Mattingly's mill	K
You do Well now THAR's a gal What you saw her Oh come now	L
thar quit	M
She was only bedevlin' you boys for to me she don't cotton one bit	M
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Now she's what I call a gal ez pretty and plump ez a quail	N
Teeth ez white ez a hound's and they'd go through a ten penny nail	N
Eyes that kin snap like a cap So she asked to know whar I was hid	O
She did Oh it's jist like her sass for she's peart ez a Katydid	O
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But what was I talking of Oh the Jedge and his daughter she read	P
Novels the whole day long and I reckon she read them abed	P
And sometimes she read them out loud to the Jedge on the porch where	Q
he sat	R
And 'twas how Lord Augustus said this and how Lady Blanche she	S
said that	R
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But the sickest of all that I heerd was a yarn thet they read 'bout	T
a chap	U
Leather stocking by name and a hunter chock full o' the greenest	V
o' sap	U
And they asked me to hear but I says Miss Mabel not any for me	S
When I likes I kin sling my own lies and thet chap and I shouldn't	W
agree	S
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Yet somehow or other that gal allus said that I brought her to mind	X
Of folks about whom she had read or suthin belike of thet kind	X
And thar warn't no end o' the names that she give me thet summer up	Y
here	D
Robin Hood Leather stocking Rob Roy Oh I tell you the	B
critter was queer	E
	-
And yet ef she hadn't been spiled she was harmless enough in her	G
way	I
She could jabber in French to her dad and they said that she knew	Z
how to play	I
And she worked me that shot pouch up thar which the man doesn't	W
live ez kin use	A2
And slippers you see 'em down 'yer ez would cradle an Injin's	A2
papoose	A2
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Yet along o' them novels you see she was wastin' and mopin' away	I
And then she got shy with her tongue and at last she had nothin' to	Z
say	I
And whenever I happened around her face it was hid by a book	B2
And it warn't till the day she left that she give me ez much ez a	B
look	B2
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And this was the way it was It was night when I kem up here	D
To say to 'em all good by for I reckoned to go for deer	E
At sun up the day they left So I shook 'em all round by the hand	C2
'Cept Mabel and she was sick ez they give me to understand	C2
	-
But jist ez I passed the house next morning at dawn some one	D2
Like a little waver o' mist got up on the hill with the sun	D2
Miss Mabel it was alone all wrapped in a mantle o' lace	A2
And she stood there straight in the road with a touch o' the sun in	A
her face	A2
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And she looked me right in the eye I'd seen suthin' like it before	E2
When I hunted a wounded doe to the edge o' the Clear Lake Shore	E2
And I had my knee on its neck and I jist was raisin' my knife	C
When it give me a look like that and well it got off with its life	C
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We are going to day she said and I thought I would say good by	F2
To you in your own house Luke these woods and the bright blue sky	F2
You've always been kind to us Luke and papa has found you still	K
As good as the air he breathes and wholesome as Laurel Tree Hill	K
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And we'll always think of you Luke as the thing we could not take	G2
away	I
The balsam that dwells in the woods the rainbow that lives in the	B
spray	I
And you'll sometimes think of ME Luke as you know you once used to	Z
say	I
A rifle smoke blown through the woods a moment but never to stay	I
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And then we shook hands She turned but a suddent she tottered and	F
fell	H2
And I caught her sharp by the waist and held her a minit Well	H2
It was only a minit you know thet ez cold and ez white she lay	I
Ez a snowflake here on my breast and then well she melted away	I
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And was gone And thar are her books but I says not any for me	S
Good enough may be for some but them and I mightn't agree	S
They spiled a decent gal ez might hev made some chap a wife	C
And look at me clar two hundred and never read one in my life	C

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