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Show A RILEY ECHO. When the crop li on the market and the cash in la your socle. And you hear tie clink and jingle of the key turned In the look, And the clinking of the "pennies" and the Clanking of the "tens," And the groceryinan Is paid up and no more his bill he sen's; Oh, it's then's that a feller Is a-feelln's at his host, ' When he rises from his supper, then down- i ward pulls his vent; As he smoke i his pipe In comfort and then goes aud winds the clock. There's something kind o' cheerful-like about the farmer a eyes When he knows the summer's over and he doesn't have to rise About the time the daylight's a-peepln' thro the gloom. And work until (he moon's up 'mid the grain that's all inbioom; But lntad he sorter calculates he'll hook old Duck" and "Jess" To htK cut ler in the evonln' and put on his Sunday Sun-day dress; Then ko a-coiirlin' Llzer, w.th her apron and new frock, When the crop is on the market and the cash 1h in the sock. Oh, the hnskln' and the spellin' Ves the winter's win-ter's harmless fun; The rasplu' of the fiddle when the dancing Is beuun; The Jlnjfle of the sleigh bells, your best gal in the sled; The klHHln' and the huggln' when the old folks are in b -d ; are in o.'a ; The rriastin' of the chesnuts, ,the neighbors droppin' in; The oattn of the apples, drinkin' elder from a tin; Oh, it si ts my heart a-prancln', like a struttin' turkey cock, When the crop is on the market and the cash is lu the sock. Manehtad'i Bai'O- |