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Up and down old Brandywine	A
In the days 'at's past and gone	B
With a dad burn hook and line	A
And a saplin' pole swawn	A
I've had more fun to the square	C
Inch than ever ANYwhere	C
Heaven to come can't discount MINE	A
Up and down old Brandywine	A
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Hain't no sense in WISHIN' yit	D
Wisht to goodness I COULD jes	E
'Gee' the blame' world round and git	D
Back to that old happiness	E
Kindo' drive back in the shade	D
'The old Covered Bridge' there laid	D
'Crosst the crick and sorto' soak	F
My soul over hub and spoke	F
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Honest now it hain't no DREAM	G
'At I'm wantin' but THE FAC'S	E
As they wuz the same old stream	G
And the same old times i jacks	E
Gim me back my bare feet and	D
Stonebruise too And scratched and tanned	D
And let hottest dog days shine	A
Up and down old Brandywine	A
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In and on betwixt the trees	E
'Long the banks pour down yer noon	A
Kindo' curdled with the breeze	E
And the yallerhammer's tune	A
And the smokin' chokin' dust	D
O' the turnpike at its wusst	D
SATURD'YS say when it seems	E
Road's jes jammed with country teams	E
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Whilse the old town fur away	H
'Crosst the hazy pastur' land	D
Dozed like in the heat o' day	H
Peaceful' as a hired hand	D
Jolt the gravel th'ough the floor	I
O' the old bridge grind and roar	I
With yer blame percession line	A
Up and down old Brandywine	A
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Souse me and my new straw hat	D
Off the foot log what I care	C
Fist shoved in the crown o' that	D
Like the old Clown ust to wear	C
Wouldn't swop it fer a' old	D
Gin u wine raal crown o' gold	D
Keep yer KING ef you'll gim me	J
Jes the boy I ust to be	J
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Spill my fishin' worms er steal	K
My best 'goggle eye ' but you	L
Can't lay hands on joys I feel	K
Nibblin' like they ust to do	L
So in memory to day	H
Same old ripple lips away	H
At my 'cork' and saggin' line	A
Up and down old Bradywine	A
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There the logs is round the hill	M
Where 'Old Irvin' ust to lift	D
Out sunfish from daylight till	M
Dewfall 'fore he'd leave 'The Drift'	D
And give US a chance and then	A
Kindo' fish back home again	A
Ketchin' 'em jes left and right	D
Where WE hadn't got 'a bite '	-
	-
Er 'way windin' out and in	A
Old path th'ough the iurnweeds	E
And dog fennel to yer chin	A
Then come suddent th'ough the reeds	E
And cat tails smack into where	C
Them air woods hogs ust to scare	C
Us clean 'crosst the County line	A
Up and down old Brandywine	A
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But the dim roar o' the dam	N
It 'ud coax us furder still	M
To'rds the old race slow and ca'm	O
Slidin' on to Huston's mill	M
Where I'spect 'The Freeport crowd'	D
Never WARMED to us er 'lowed	D
We wuz quite so overly	J
Welcome as we aimed to be	J
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Still it 'peared like ever'thing	P
Fur away from home as THERE	C
Had more RELISH like i jing	P
Fish in stream er bird in air	C
O them rich old bottom lands	E
Past where Cowden's Schoolhouse stands	E
Wortermelons MASTER MINE	A
Up and down old Brandywine	A
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And sich pop paws Lumps o' raw	Q
Gold and green jes oozy th'ough	R
With ripe yaller like you've saw	E
Custard pie with no crust to	D
And jes GORGES o' wild plums	E
Till a feller'd suck his thumbs	E
Clean up to his elbows MY	S
ME SOME MORE ER LEM ME DIE	S
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Up and down old Brandywine	A
Stripe me with pokeberry juice	E
Flick me with a pizenvine	A
And yell 'Yip ' and lem me loose	E
Old now as I then wuz young	T
'F I could sing as I HAVE sung	T
Song 'ud surely ring DEE VINE	A
Up and down old Brandywine	A

James Whitcomb Riley

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