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Show THE "BOBBER." I's been down to the bobber shop An' had my hair cut off on top, An' round the sides, an' everywhere Wot little boys hez got the'r hair; An when the bobber wuz th'ough he took A bottle 'ith somethin' Inside 'at shook, An he sprinkled it on my head, he did. An' said: "I'll make you smell good, kid." I knew it was "smell good" soon ez ho said: "I'm a-going to sprinkle it on your head," Fer Uncle Billy, when he goes down To the bobber way at the end uv town. Comes home an smells 'at way: "It's rum," My Aunt Marlarh '11 says: "By gum," But he tells her he's just been shaved a spell An' they sprinkled his head to make It smell. They sprinkled his- whispers, top, I guess, Fer his breath smells, too, and my Aunl says: "Bless My soul, he's been to the bobber again; I never did se sich wuthless men; I know you're bobber, you sorry lot. You've been a-drinking again, that wot!" An then she waits till he's in a snooze En hides his hat an' his cane an' shoes. Ain't many fellers ez young ez me Goes down to the bobber an' waits till he Says "next" 'en gets in a chair at turns Till you're way up high, an' he says. "Sideburns Or Chesterfields?" an' he laughs again Just same to a boy ez he does to men. An' calls the darky, when he is th'ough, To brush me off, an' he finks I'll do. Oncet I went when my curls wuz long, An' I didn't know right Jest yet f'um wrong. An' told him my muvver had sent me in Fer to get 'm cut 'twas a drea'ful sin. For when I went home and said: "I'm bobbed!" My muvver just looked, an' gasped, an' sobbed, An' I see her yit as she looked away As if I'd gone off like yesterday. An' en' she sent down to the bobber to bring Those curls right up, an' she cried, poor thing. An' though I was standin right there on the floor She said she had no little boy any more. Well, mebby the bobber can paste 'cm back. He's a wonderful man, 'ith a wonderful knack; An' muvver so sad 'at I hope he can, En I'll be a little boy agin 'stead uv a man! |
