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He saved his soul and saved his pork	A
With old time preservation	B
He did not hold with creosote	C
Or new plans of salvation	B
He said that Works would show the man	D
The smoke house tell upon the ham	E
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He didn't when he sunk a well	F
Inspect the stuns and gravel	G
To prove that Moses was a dunce	H
Unfit for furrin travel	G
He marvell'd at them works of God	I
An' broke 'em up to mend the road	J
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And when the Circus come around	K
He hitch'd his sleek old horses	H
And in his rattling wagon took	L
His dimpl'd household forces	H
The boys to wonder at the Clown	M
And think his fate Life's highest crown	M
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He wondered at the zebras wild	N
Nor knew 'em painted donkeys	H
An' when he gave the boys a dime	O
For cakes to feed the monkeys	H
He never thought in any shape	P
He had descended from an ape	P
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And when he saw some shallow pate	Q
With smallest brain possession	B
He uttered no filosofy	R
On Nature's retrogression	B
To ancient types by Darwin's rule	S
He simply said Wal darn a fool	S
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He never had an enemy	T
But once a year to meetin'	B
When he and Deacon Maybee fought	U
On questions of free seatin'	B
Or which should be the one t' rebuke	V
Pastor for kissin' sister Luke	V
	-
His farm was well enough but stones	H
Kind of stern ruthless facts is	H
An' he jest made out to save a mite	W
An' pay his righteous taxes	H
An' mebbe tote some flour an' pork	A
To poor old critters past their work	X
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But on the neatest thing he hed	W
Around the place or dwellin'	B
I guess he never paid a red	W
Of taxes No mush melon	B
Was rounder sweeter pinker than	B
The old Man's daughter Minta Ann	B
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I've been at Philadelfy's show	Y
An' other similar fusses	H
An' seen a mighty sight of stone	B
Minarveys and Venusses	H
An' Sikeys clad in flowers an' wings	H
But not much show of factory things	H
	-
I've seen the hull entire crowd	W
Of Jove's female relations	H
An' I feel to make a solemn swear	Z
On them thar Lamentations	H
That as a sort of general plan	B
I'd rather spark with Minta Ann	B
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You'd ought to see her dimpled chin	B
With one red freckle on it	W
Her brown eyes glancing underneath	A2
Her tilted shaker bonnet	W
I vow I often did desire	B2
They'd set the plaguey thing a fire	B2
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You'd ought to hear that gal sing	C2
On Sabbath up to meetin'	B
You'd kind of feel high lifted up	D2
Your soul for Heaven fleetin'	B
And then came supper down she'd tie	W
You to this earth with pumpkin pie	W
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I tell you stranger 'twas a sight	W
For poetry and speeches	H
To see her sittin' on the stoop	E2
A peelin' scarlet peaches	H
Inter the kettle at her feet	W
I tell you 'twas a show complete	W
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Drip droppin' thro' the rustlin' vine	B
The sunbeams came a flittin'	B
An' sort of danced upon the floor	F2
Chas'd by the tabby kitten	B
Losh to see the critter's big surprise	H
When them beams slipped into Minta's eyes	H
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An' down her brow her pretty hair	Z
Cum curlin' crinklin' creepin'	B
In leetle yaller mites of rings	H
Inter them bright eyes peepin'	B
Es run the tendrils of the vine	B
To whar the merry sunbeams shine	B
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But losh her smile was dreadful shy	W
An' kept her white lids under	B2
Jest as when darkens up the sky	W
An' growls away the thunder	B2
Them skeery speckled trout will hide	W
Beneath them white pond lilies' pride	W
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An' then her heart 'twas made clar through	G2
Of Californy metal	G
Chock full of things es sugar sweet	W
Es a presarvin' kettle	G
The beaux went crazed fur menny a mile	H2
When I got thet kettle on the bile	H2
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The good old deacon's gone to whar	G2
Thar ain't no wild contentions	H
On Buildin' Funds' Committees and	W
No taxes nor exemptions	H
Yet still I sort of feel he preaches	H
And Minta Ann preserves my peaches	H

Isabella Valancy Crawford

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