Uncle Dan'L in Town over Sunday

I cain't git used to city ways -- / Ner never could, I' bet my hat! / Jevver know jes' whur I was raised? -- / Raised on a farm! D' ever tell you that? / Was undoubtatly, I declare! / And now, on Sunday -- fun to spare / Around a farm! Why jes' to set / Up on the top three-cornered rail / Of Pap's old place, nigh La Fayette, / I'd swap my soul off, hide and tail! / You fellers in the city here, / You don't know nothin'! -- S'pose to-day, / This clatterin' Sunday, you waked up / Without no jinglin'-janglin' bells, / Ner rattlin' of the milkman's cup, / Ner any swarm of screechin' birds / Like these here English swallers -- S'pose / Ut you could miss all noise like those, / And git shet o' thinkin' of 'em afterwerds, / And then, in the country, wake and hear / Nothin' but silence -- wake and see / Nothin' but green woods fur and near? -- / What sort o' Sunday would that be? .

Wisht I hed you home with me! / Now think! The laziest of all days -- / To git up any time -- er sleep -- / Er jes' lay round and watch the haze / A-dancin' 'crost the wheat, and keep / My pipe a-goern laisurely, / And puff and whiff as pleases me -- / And ef I leave a trail of smoke / Clean through the house, no one to say, / "Wah! throw that nasty thing away; / Hev some regyard fer decency! " / To walk round barefoot, if you choose; / Er saw the fiddle -- er dig some bait / And go a-fishin' -- er pitch hoss shoes / Out in the shade somewhurs, and wait / For dinner-time, with an appetite / Ut folks in town cain't equal quite! / To laze around the barn and poke / Fer hens' nests -- er git up a match / Betwixt the boys, and watch 'em scratch / And rassle round, and sweat and swear / And quarrel to their hearts' content; / And me a-jes' a-settin' there / A-hatchin' out more devilment! / What sort o' Sunday would that be? . / Wisht I hed you home with me!