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Joe lives on the farm and Sam lives in the city	A
I haven't a daughter at all more's the pity	A
For girls to my mind are much nicer and neater	B
Not such workers as boys but cuter and sweeter	B
Sam has prospered in town has riches a plenty	A
Big house fine library books written by Henty	A
And Kipling and Cooper and all those big writers	C
Swell pictures and busts of great heroes and fighters	C
His home is a fine one from cellar to garret	A
But not to my notion in fact I can't bear it	A
I'm not hard to please but of all things provoking	D
Is a woman around who sniffs when you're smoking	D
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Last springtime Sam said Now Father how is it	A
I can't coax you oftener up on a visit	A
I couldn't think up any plausible reason	E
So off I went with him to stop for a season	E
Sam said with a laugh as we stepped from the ferry	A
You won't mind my wife she's particular very	A
It wasn't like home that house in the city	A
Our Sam took his fun at the club more's the pity	A
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It is in his own house when he has the leisure	B
A man should find comfort and freedom and pleasure	B
It wasn't so bad for me in the daytime	F
Sam took me all over and made it a playtime	F
But evenings were awful we sat there so proper	B
While Sam's wife if nobody came in to stop her	B
Read history to us or column by column	G
A housekeeping journal or other dry volume	F
I used to wish someone would give me a prodding	D
My eyes would go shut and head fall a nodding	D
She's an awful good housewife nothing gets musty	A
Or littered about or untidy or dusty	A
But a little disorder never did fret me	A
And these perfect women they always upset me	A
I can stand her dusting her shining her poking	D
But wilt like a leaf when she sniffs when I'm smoking	D
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I got so blamed homesick I couldn't be jolly	A
I wanted our Joe and his little wife Molly	A
My old corner at home and all the old places	H
I wanted the youngsters who cared if their faces	H
Were smeared up a trifle I didn't a penny	A
Molly tends to 'em though she has so many	A
I was tickled to death when I got a letter	B
From Joe which ran Dear Dad I think you had better	B
Get back to the farm in pretty short order	B
Molly's papered your room and put on a border	B
The baby she says has two new teeth to show you	I
If you don't hustle back the dear thing won't know you	I
She says to inform you that Bob Sue and Mary	A
Are good as can be but your namesake's contrary	A
Wants granddaddy's story and granddaddy's ditty	A
And granddaddy off on a trot to the city	A
I packed my belongings They tried to dissuade me	A
Sam's wife said so proper I'm really afraid we	A
Have not succeeded in our entertaining	D
Oh yes said I some things won't stand much explaining	D
She really meant well but of all things provoking	D
Is a woman so perfect she sniffs when you're smoking	D
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I was glad to get home it made me quite silly	A
To hear the loud whinny of Starling and Billy	A
And here was the farm with its orchards and meadows	J
The big maple trees all throwing their shadows	J
The stubble fields yellow the tall stacks of clover	B
The wag of the stub of a tail on old Rover	B
And here came dear Mary her hat on her shoulder	B
With Sue trying hard to catch her and hold her	B
Here came Tommy and Joe always foot in their classes	H
And Bob with his features all crumbs and molasses	H
Carrying a basin with fishworms and dirt in	K
Oh that scalawag Bob I'm morally certain	E
Is a chip of the old block it just seemed to strike me	A
They'd named the boy rightly for he was so like me	A
All laughing and calling Here's grandpa to play with	L
And Bob supplementing And sleep 'ith and stay 'ith	L
And then such a hugging with Molly behind me	A
The tears came so fast that they threatened to blind me	A
My heart overflowed with sorrow and pity	A
For the boy I had left back there in the city	A
His lot is a hard one indeed I'm not joking	D
He lives with a woman who sniffs when he's smoking	D
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The supper we had sir and when it was over	B
The walk round the homestead close followed by Rover	B
Who's most like a human You'd fancy him saying	D
See those stacks Oh yes we have finished the haying	D
That colt should be broken Old friend I'd just mention	E
This farm stands in need of our closest attention	E
And when the lamp lighted with Mary's beside me	A
The boys at my feet and Bob up astride me	A
I felt like a king I really can't write it	A
Molly must take my pipe and fill it and light it	A
Then plump herself down in her own little rocker	B
For a visit with me Oh she is a talker	B
Worth the listening to The threshing was over	B
Joe had got ten dollars a ton for the clover	B
Deacon Hope had had a sharp tiff with the preacher	B
Over immersion and the pretty school teacher	B
Intended to marry resigned her position	E
Yes most of the church folks had signed the petition	E
Against granting a license to Baker's saloon	M
The Thanksgiving service would be coming on soon	M
The neighbors were hearty had every one missed me	A
Right here Molly stood on her tip toes and kissed me	A
Sho Sam's wife is handsome and cultured and clever	B
But she's not the woman that Molly is never	B
Molly's smile is so kind and her hair is so glossy	A
Her brown eyes look at you so sweet and so saucy	A
Yes Joe's richer than Sam though Joe's but a farmer	B
For his home atmosphere is brighter and warmer	B
Sam has lots of money there's no use denying	D
Has made himself wealthy and that without trying	D
But what chance has a man indeed I'm not joking	D
Who lives with a woman who sniffs when he's smoking	D

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