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Show SETTIN' 'ROUND THE FIREPLACE. When tho lonvos commence a-turnln- m'the air begins to blto; When it's bracin' in tho daytime, i" ScvlspyHIco at night; ..,.,.. Whon ,you ,fccl ke shoatln' "Glory!" every tlroo ypu. iSS&l w, brGn.tl10 ll '"; Mm I01"0 hU"Fry cver7 mlnutoyos' nn' thlr8tlr'n !Oi WMm Thn got 80 awful happy when tho chores has nil been JjjfVw w) H ' dono, vu "JzJJ&Jh: fkMv?J el ,6ui my hormonlcy, nil ready, for lhofttnc-. tTS? ,; T!int v0 havo most every cvcnln' 'round tho fireplace, Ttt(WM wl'ero wo set Ws2&$5ihy. Toll,n' 6trloB an' a-drlnkln' all tins elder wo can got. ,A ' Maw fiho s,ts tho "t8 an' nDDlea-baked ones, Juicy, big an' v"... 9 PP3 lo corn an' says, "My gracious! what a lot of stuff to Paw goes out an' draws 'tho cider, sweat but nappy, in tho jug I in tho ono that alliii pours U-ovor'body riU a mug. Wlmmen folks tnko thelr'n plain Bnys JfBt Uiotit tho "blto;" Dad nn mo takes our'n with "ilxlnW homIh' ttoritfi to innko us tight Jost a little dash of homo-mndo popper saucb to nuV.o It "nip" ltcd-hot poker makes it sizzle-drink 'or down an' kill tho grip! Oh! I'm hnppy, happy, hnppy. when the fun Is goto' on, An' I'm hnpplost of all when Maw she paya to me "Now, John, You an' Susie play somo music, whllo your paw an'" me'll sing." , So I tunc up my hnrmonlcy nn glvo 'cm onnythlng- tJJ X& "Homo, Sweet Homo," "Tho Swaneo River," "Harvest Moon" ffl ' 'ILU, an' "Nelllo Gray" Mb J Slater fingers tho melod'on, nn' you ought to heafus play! Whjf Why, it's bcttcr'n onny circus, so tho neighbors all do- Sao )J Say It makes 'em feel so skittish llko they didn't havo a Wv 1M care. Oy I oxpect up in tho city, where tho tony folks hang out l0 " " That they have some starchy doln's an' I've hecrd'thoy ti? gad about i i Llko all sixty to them bankwits, jost dressed up ff fer to ' kill, Flllln' up on high-priced vlttlcs wlno an' such like stuff until They ro just sick nn' got tho headacho. Ain't no fun In that fcr mo GImmo cider, apples, popcorn, an' n heart that's light an' free; Gimmo mother an' tho music; glmmo father an' the farm Its as sweot to mo as heaven, an' it's Jest as froeirom hnrra. |