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Uncle Sidney, when he wuz here, / Maked me a squirtgun out o' some / Elder-bushes 'at growed out near / Where wuz the brickyard -- 'way out clear / To where the toll-gate come!
So when we walked back home again, / He maked it, out in our woodhouse where / Wuz the old workbench, an' the old jack-plane, / An' the old 'pokeshave, an' the tools all lay'n' / Ist like he wants 'em there.