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Jason White has come ter town / Drivin' his tin peddler's cart, / Pans a-bangin' up an' down / Like they'd tear theirselves apart; / Kittles rattlin' underneath, / Coal-hods scrapin' out a song, -- / Makes a feller grit his teeth / When old Jason comes along.
Jason drives a sorrel mare, / Bones an' skin at all her j'ints, / "Blooded stock," says Jase; "I swear, / Jest see how she shows her p'ints! / Walkin' 's her best lay," says he, / Eyes a-twinklin' full of fun, / "Named her Keely Motor. See? / Sich hard work ter make her run."