Farm Ballads by Will Carleton
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[(entering).]
Why, John, what a litter here! you've thrown things all around! "WHY, JOHN, WHAT A LITTER HERE! YOU'VE THROWN THINGS ALL AROUND!" Come, what's the matter now? and what 've you lost or found? And here's my father here, a-waiting for supper, too; I've been a-riding with him--he's that "handsomer man than you." Ha! ha! Pa, take a seat, while I put the kettle on, And get things ready for tea, and kiss my dear old John. Why, John, you look so strange! Come, what has crossed your track? I was only a-joking, you know; I'm willing to take it back. JOHN: (aside) Well, now, if this ain't a joke, with rather a bitter cream! It seems as if I'd woke from a mighty ticklish dream; And I think she "smells a rat," for she smiles at me so queer; I hope she don't; good Lord! I hope that they didn't hear! 'Twas one of her practical drives--she thought I'd understand! But I'll never break sod again till I get the lay of the land. But one thing's settled with me--to appreciate heaven well, |
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