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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 was none in the fambly stock; / But a nephew of mine, from Eelinoy, / That visited us last year, / He kindo convinct me differunt / While he was a-stayin' here.
Frum ever'-which way that blues is from, / They'd tackle him ever' ways; / They'd come to him in the night, and come / On Sundays, and rainy days; / They'd tackle him in corn-plantin' time, / And in harvest, and airly Fall, / But a dose 't of blues in the wintertime, / He 'lowed, was the worst of all!