THE Old Haymow's the place to play Fer boys, when it's a rainy day! I good 'eal ruther be up there Than down in town, er anywhere! When I play in our stable-loft, The good old hay's so dry an' soft, An' feels so fine, an' smells so sweet, I 'most ferget to go an' eat. An' one time onc't I @3did@1 ferget To go tel dinner was all et, -- An' they had shortcake -- an' -- Bud he Hogged up the piece Ma saved fer me! Nen I won't let him play no more In our haymow where I keep store An' got hen-eggs to sell, -- an' shoo The cackle-un old hen out, too! An' nen, when Aunty she was here A-visitun from Rensselaer, An' bringed my little cousin, -- @3he@1 Can come up there an' play with me. But, after while -- when Bud he bets 'At I can't turn no summersetts, I let him come up, ef he can Ac' ha'f-way like a gentleman! |