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Lyrics of Love and Laughter

W'en de hick'ry chips is flyin', an' de log's 
been ca'ied erway
Den hit's dang'ous to be roostin' nigh de 
groun'.
Grin on, Isham! Sing on, da'kies! But I 
flop my wings an' go
Fu' de sheltah of de ve'y highest tree,
Fu' dey's too much close ertention-an' dey's
too much fallin' snow-
An' it's too nigh Chris'mus mo'nin' now fu' 
me.

FISHING.

W'EN I git up in de mo'nin' an' de clouds
is big an' black,
Dey's a kin' o' wa'nin' shivah goes a'scootin'
down my back;
Den I says to my ol' ooman ez I watchs down
de lane,
"Don't you so't o' reckon, Lizy, day we gwine to
have some rain?"

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