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Nose to window	A
Still as a mouse	B
Watching grampa	C
Bank the house	B
Out of the barrow he shovels the tan	D
And he piles and packs it as hard as he can	D
All about the house's feet	E
Says Phunny kind	F
Nose to the window	A
Eager and sweet	E
Now she comes to the entry door	G
Grampa what are you do that for	G
Are you puttin' stockin's on to the house	B
Found her tongue has Still as a Mouse	B
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Grandpa twinkles out of his eyes	H
Straightens his aching back and tries	H
To look as solemn as Phunny kind	F
But the child says	I
Grampa is it the wind	F
That keeps you a shakin' an' shakin' so	A
Then the old man shaking the more says No	A
But I'm bankin' the house Miss Locks o gold	J
To keep out the dreadful	K
Sa archin' Cold	J
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And away he chuckles barrow and all	L
'Mazin' thing he says to be small	L
Folks says the best things 't ever they do	M
Afore they git old 'nough to know	A
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Phunny kind puzzles her queer wee brain	N
As slowly she toddles in again	O
Is she a nawful ugly old	J
Giant or what this	P
'Sa archinkold '	-
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She stands by the clock in the corner now	Q
I wonder she says does the old clock know	A
But the great clock	R
TICKS	S
And the grim clock	R
TOCKS	S
Away at the top of his ghostly box	S
The round Full Moon in his forehead smiles	S
But with all his wisdom or all his wiles	S
Though he knows very well	T
He never will tell	T
Should he tick and tock till a century old	J
What they mean by	U
The Sa archinkold	J
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In the great square room by a cheerful flame	V
In the fire place bending above her frame	V
Is grandma snapping her chalky string	W
Across and across a broad bright thing	W
Gramma what you are a doin' here	X
I'm a makin' a 'comfort ' my little dear	Y
For grandpa and I are a gittin' old	J
And we're afeared o' the Sa archin' Cold	J
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When the daylight fades and the shadows fall	L
Flickering down from the fire dogs tall	L
Comes Uncle Phil from his school and his books	S
Uncle Phil I know by your smile y looks	S
You'll let me get on your knee jus' so	S
An' you'll tell me somefing I want to know	S
'Cos you see Uncle Phil I've got to be told	J
Who she is they call her	Z
'The Sa archinkold '	-
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Uncle Phil looks up	C
Uncle Phil looks down	A2
And he wags his head	J
And he tries to frown	A2
But at last he cries	S
In a great surprise	S
Why yes to be sure to be sure I'll tell	T
For I know the old dame of old right well	T
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Now Jack is a fine old fellow you see	S
Spicy and full of his pranks is he	S
Snipping off noses just for fun	B2
And sticking 'em on again when he is done	B2
A pinching at pretty soft ears and cheeks	S
A wakin' folks up with his jolly freaks	S
But a h for your life	C2
Look sharp for his wife	C2
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For she comes after and comes to stay	J
Welcome or not for a month and a day	J
She plots and she plans she sneaks and she crawls	S
Till she finds a way through the thickest of walls	S
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ZH ZH	S
Did you ever meet a	D2
More dreadful creatur	Z
She's Jack Frost's wife	C2
And the plague of his life	C2
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ZH ZH	S
I'm all of a shiver	Z
Heart lungs and liver	Z
When I think of that old	J
SAARCHINKOLD	J
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Oh oo cries Phunny kind how does she look	E2
To be sure I'll picture her just like a book	E2
Her nose is an icicle sharp and strong	F2
To poke in at every hole and crack	G2
Her eyes gleam frostily all night long	F2
But who knows whether they're blue or black	G2
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She brings on her back	G2
An astonishing pack	G2
Like a blacksmith's bellows marvellous big	H2
And while she dances a horrible jig	H2
Out of this bellows a doleful tune	I2
She skre eels away in the dark o' the Moon	I2
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But if ever she works with a wicked will	J2
'Tis when she is quiet and sly and still	J2
She pretends that old Jack leaves his work but half done	B2
She 'wishes for once he'd be quit of his fun '	-
So she follows him up with her sour ugly phiz	S
And wherever she goes you may know she means 'biz	S
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Look sharp when she peeps through the crack o' the door	Z
Look sharp when she hides away under the floor	Z
She'll crack the bare ground with a terrible bang	K2
And out from the clap boards the nails will go spang	K2
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She'll spoil the potatoes if once she gets in	L2
And she'll shake all the people whose bed clothes are thin	L2
She'll stop the old clock in the dead o' the night	J
And make him hold up both his hands in a fright	J
And what she won't do	J
Is more than I know	S
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ZH Zh	S
I'm all of a shiver	Z
Heart lungs and liver	Z
Jist always whiniver	Z
I think of that o o ld	J
SA ARCHINKOLD	J
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Then Phunny kind shivers a little too	J
And heaves a deep sigh and says Are you froo	Z
Then slides down quietly to the floor	Z
Doubtfully watching the outer door	Z
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She says Is my bed got a fing like you said	J
A 'comfut' vat I can put over my head	J
Oh Phil naughty boy says grandma yes dear	Z
Your bed's got a 'comfut ' so never you fear	Z
And you should be in it for see the old clock	R
Points just to your bed time and says 'tick tock '	-
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Well grampa I'm goin' as quick as I can	D
If you'll only give me a handful of 'tan '	-
What for Oh I'm jus' goin' to take it to bed	J
'Cos I recollec' every word that you said	J
And gramma and Phil for all of you told	J
How 'comfuts ' and 'tan'll' keep out	J
SA ARCHINKOLD	J

Clara Doty Bates

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