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Show fiflARY From "Down Country Lanes," by Byron Williams A" When Mnry spanks th' butter In th' sprlng-hoiibo by th' crick, Sho looks almighty lovely twlc't as purty an' as Hllck As them gals dnown t' th' city with their funny struttln' walk; An' I hang e round an' putter, Jest t' hear Miss Mnry tnlk. Sho has eyes that haunt a feller In th' middle o' th' night; Kyes thot Hort a' mokes th' vl'lcts hldo their petnltt out o' sight. Wlsht that I could git up courage Jest t' ask her fur a wlfo; For with Mary spnnkln' butter well I guess that would bo llfol Mnry's arms nro round and rosy and her cheeks Is hliishln' red; Jest t' gnzo upon her feutur's sort a goes right t' yer head! Then sho spats her butter mad-like, sea: "(lit out you lary thing." Keeps on spattln' and a hummln' like th' water In tho spring. Then I sneak nwny a laughln' jeitt t' hldo th' lovo I feel; Go out yonder t' th orchard with my senses In a reell When I think o' Mary Bpankln' of her butter by tho spring, Seems llko Heaven Is soma nlgher, an' th' stars, an' everything! |