With my darling, my darling, my life and my stay,
To our dwelling down in town,
To our house in the street down town.




THE WAY IT WUZ

BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY


Las' July--an', I presume
'Bout as hot
As the ole Gran'-Jury room
Where they sot!--
Fight 'twixt Mike an' Dock McGriff--
'Pears to me jes' like as if
I'd a dremp' the whole blame thing--
Allus ha'nts me roun' the gizzard
When they're nightmares on the wing,
An' a feller's blood 's jes' friz!
Seed the row from a to izzard--
'Cause I wuz a-standin' as clost to 'em
As me an' you is!

Tell you the way it wuz--
An' I don't want to see,
Like _some_ fellers does,
When they're goern to be