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Old wortermelon time is a-comin' round again, / And they ain't no man a-livin' any tickleder'n me, / Fer the way I hanker after wortermelons is a sin -- / Which is the why and wharefore, as you can plainly see.
Oh! it's in the sandy soil wortermelons does the best, / And it's thare they'll lay and waller in the sunshine and / the dew / Tel they wear all the green streaks clean off of theyr / breast; / And you bet I ain't a-findin' any fault with them; ain't / you?