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Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John, / Except, of course, the extry he'p when harvest-time comes on, -- / And THEN, I want to say to you, we NEEDED he'p about, / As you'd admit, ef you'd a-seen the way the crops turned out!
A better quarter-section ner a richer soil warn't found / Than this-here old-home place o' ourn fer fifty miles around! -- / The house was small -- but plenty-big we found it from the day / That John -- our only livin' son -- packed up and went away.