Neghborly Poems and Dialect SketchesRiley, James Whitcomb
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Neghborly Poems and Dialect Sketches
Riley, James Whitcomb
Dialect literature, American; Dialect poetry, American
Jest me and Marg'et lives alone here--like in long ago;
The childern all putt off and gone, and married, don't you know?
One's millin' 'way out West somewhare; two other miller-boys
In Minnyopolis they air; and one's in Illinoise.
The _oldest_ gyrl--the first that went--married and died right here;
The next lives in Winn's Settlement--fer purt'-nigh thirty year!
And youngest one--was allus fer the old home here--but no!--
Her man turns in and he packs _her_ 'way off to Idyho!
I don't miss them like _Marg'et_ does--'cause I got _her_, you see;
And when she pines for them--that's 'cause _she's_ only jest got _me_!
I laugh, and joke her 'bout it all.--But talkin' sense, I'll say,
When she was tuk so bad last Fall, I laughed then t'other way!
I hain't so favor'ble impressed 'bout _dyin'_; but ef I
Found I was only second-best when _us two_ come to die,
I'd 'dopt the "new process" in full, ef _Marg'et_ died, you see,--
I'd jest crawl in my grave and pull the green grass over me!
THE WAY IT WUZ
Las' July--and, I persume,
'Bout as hot
As the old Gran'-Jury room
Whare they sot!--
Fight 'twixt Mike and Dock McGreff....
'Pears to me jest like as ef
I'd a-dremp' the whole blame thing--
Allus ha'nts me roun' the gizzard
When they's nightmares on the wing
And a feller's blood's jes' friz!
Seed the row from A to Izzard--
'Cause I wuz a-standin' as clos't to 'em
As me and you is!
Tell you the way it wuz--
And I don't _want_ to see,
Like _some_ fellers does,
When they's goern to be
Any kind o' fuss--
On'y makes a rumpus wuss
Fer to _interfere_
When theyr dander's riz--
Might as lif to _cheer_!
But I wuz a-standin' as clos't to 'em
As me and you is!
I wuz kindo' strayin'
Past the blame saloon--
Heerd some fiddler playin'
That old "Hee-cup tune!"
I'd _stopped_-like, you know,
Fer a minit er so,
And wuz jest about
Settin' down, when--_Jeemses-whizz!_--
Whole durn winder-sash fell out!
And thare laid Dock McGreff, and Mike
A-straddlin' him, all bloody-like,
And both a-gittin' down to biz!--
And I wuz a-standin' as clos't to 'em
As me and you is!
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