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When her and me were here alone, at noon, / And she had bit a pickle square in two, / I set and watched and listened to her chew, / And thought how sweet she was, and pretty soon / She happened to look down at me and say: / "You seem so sad, poor boy; what's wrong with you?" / And then I got to shiverin' all through / And wished that I was forty miles away.
I tried to think of some excuse to make, / But something seemed all whirly in my head, / And so the first blame thing I knew I said: / "It's nothin' only just the stummick ache." / Sometimes I almost wisht that I was dead / For settin' there and makin' such a break.