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The Old Hay-mow'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 wunst I _did_ ferget / To go 'tel dinner was all et, -- / An' they had short-cake -- an' -- Bud he / Hogged up the piece Ma saved fer me!
Nen I won't let him play no more / In our hay-mow 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, -- _he_ / 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!