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Wintertime, er Summertime, / Of late years I notice I'm, / Kindo'-like, more subjec' to / What the _weather_ is. Now, you / Folks 'at lives in town, I s'pose, / Thinks its bully when it snows; / But the chap 'at chops and hauls / Yer wood fer ye, and then stalls, / And snapps tuggs and swingletrees, / And then has to walk er freeze, / Haint so much "stuck on" the snow / As stuck _in_ it -- Bless ye, no! -- / When its packed, and sleighin's good, / And _church_ in the neighborhood, / Them 'at's _got_ their girls, I guess, / Takes 'em, likely, more er less, / Tell the plain facts o' the case, / No men-folks about our place / On'y me and Pap -- and he / 'Lows 'at young folks' company / Allus made him sick! .
So I Jes don't want, and jes don't try!