sights I've seen,

I s'pose that to you city folks I must look
most awful green,

Gee whiz, what lots of fun I've had as I
walked round the town,

Havin' Bunco Steerers ask me if I wasn't
Mr. Hiram Brown.


I've rode on all your trolloly cars, and hung
onto the straps,

When we flew around the corners, sat on
other peoples' laps,

Hav'nt had no trouble, not a bit at all,

Read about your city in My Old Yaller
Almanac, Hangin' on the Kitchen Wall.



Uncle Josh Weathersby's Arrival in New York

WALL, fer a long time I had my mind made up
that I'd cum down to New York, and so a
short time ago, as I had my crops all gathered