Eureka Reporter | 1905-08-11 | Page 3 | Mary

f e iveary from down country lanes by byron williams when mary spanks th butter in th spring house by th crick she looks almighty lovely iwic t as an as blick As them gals biown t th city with their funny strattin str walk an I 1 hang around an putter jest t hear miss mary talk she has eyes that haunt a feller in th middle th eight eyes that sart a makes th vl lets hide their petals out sight wisht that I 1 could git up courage jest t ask her fer a wife fer with mary butter well I 1 guess that would be life marys arms are round and rosy and her cheeks 13 red jest t gaze upon her features sort a goes right t yer head then she spats her butter mad like aez git out you lazy thing keeps on and a hurndin like th water in the spring then I 1 sneak away a laughin jest t hide tb love I 1 feel go out yonder t th orchard with my senses in a reel when I 1 think mar of her butter by the spring seems like heaven Is some eigher an th stars an everything