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DON'T take on so, Hiram, / But do what you're told to do; / It's fair to suppose that yer mother knows / A heap sight more than you.
I'll allow that sometimes _her_ way / Don't seem the wisest, quite; / But the _easiest_ way, / When she's had her say, / Is to reckon yer mother is right.
Courted her ten long winters, / Saw her to singin'-school; / When she went down one spell to town, / I cried like a durned ol' fool; / Got mad at the boys for callin' / When I sparked her Sunday night: / But she said she knew / A thing or two, -- / An' I reckoned yer mother wuz right.
I courted till I wuz aging, / And she wuz past her prime, -- / I'd have died, I guess, if she hadn't said yes / When I popped f'r the hundredth time.
Said she'd never have took me / If I hadn't stuck so tight; / Opined that we / Could never agree, -- / And I reckon yer mother wuz right!