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They's nothin' in the name to strike / A feller more'n common like! / 'Taint liable to git no praise / Ner nothin' like it nowadays; / An' yit that name o' her'n is jest / As purty as the purtiest -- / And more 'n that, I'm here to say / I'll live a-thinkin' thataway / And die far Marthy Ellen!
It may be I was prejudust / In favor of it from the fust -- / 'Cause I kin ricollect jest how / We met, and hear her mother now / A-callin' of her down the road -- / And, aggervatin' little toad! -- / I see her now, jes' sort o' half- / Way disapp'inted, turn and laugh / And mock her -- "Marthy Ellen! "