Riley Child-Rhymes by James Whitcomb Riley
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page 72 of 86 (83%)
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Was complete without grandfather Squeers in the chair
"To lead off the programme by telling folks how 'He used to shoot deer where the Court-House stands now'-- [Illustration: And smoke leaf-tobacco] "How 'he felt, of a truth, to live over the past, When the country was wild and unbroken and vast, "'That the little log cabin was just plenty fine For himself, his companion, and fambly of nine!-- "'When they didn't have even a pump, or a tin, But drunk surface-water, year out and year in, "'From the old-fashioned gourd that was sweeter, by odds, Than the goblets of gold at the lips of the gods!'" Then The Raggedy Man paused to plaintively say It was clockin' along to'rds the close of the day-- And he'd _ought_ to get back to his work on the lawn,-- Then dreamily blubbered his pipe and went on: "His teeth were imperfect--my grandfather owned That he couldn't eat oysters unless they were 'boned'; "And his eyes were so weak, and so feeble of sight, He couldn't sleep with them unless, every night, |
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