The 'Jinin' Farms by Eugene Field

You see Bill an' I wuz jest like brothers; wuz raised on 'jinin' farms: he wuz _his_ folks' only child, an' _I_ wuz _my_ folks' only one. So, nat'ril like, we growed up together, lovin' an' sympathizin' with each other. What _I_ knowed, I told _Bill_, an' what _Bill_ knowed, _he_ told _me_, an' what neither on us knowed -- why, that warn't wuth knowin'!

If I had n't got over my braggin' days, I 'd allow that, in our time, Bill an' I wuz jest about the sparkin'est beaus in the township; leastwise that's what the girls thought; but, to be honest about it, there wuz only two uv them girls we courted, Bill an' I, _he_ courtin' _one_ an' I t'other. You see we sung in the choir, an' as our good luck would have it we got sot on the sopranner an' the alto, an' bimeby -- oh, well, after beauin' 'em round a spell -- a year or so, for that matter -- we up an' married 'em, an' the old folks gin us the farms, 'jinin' farms, where we boys had lived all our lives. Lizzie, my wife, had always been powerful friendly with Marthy, Bill's wife; them two girls never met up but what they wuz huggin' an' kissin' an' carryin' on, like girls does; for women ain't like men -- they can't control theirselves an' their feelin's, like the stronger sext does.