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I' got no patience with blues at all! / And I ust to kindo' talk / Aginst 'em, and claim, tel along last Fall, / They wuz none in the fambly stock; / But a nephew of mine, from Eelinoy, / That visitud us last year, / He kindo' convinct me differunt / Whilse he wuz a-stayin' here.
From ev'ry-which-way that blues is from, / They'd pester him _ev'ry_-ways; / They'd come to him in the night, and come / On Sundys, and rainy days; / They'd tackle him in corn-plantin' time, / And in harvest, and airly Fall, -- / But a dos't o' blues in the _Winter_time, / He 'lowed, wuz the worst of all!