Billy Buzzy

Yew all know Billy Buzzy ‘cuz yew see him everywhere;

Jest look out on the corner an’ yew’re sure tur find him there;

Look up or down the river, or in any loafin’ place

An’ ye’ll find Billy Buzzy there with freckles on his face.

They ain’t a blessed thing in town at Billy doesn’t know,

They ain’t a blessed danger place ‘at Billy wouldn’t go;

Fact Billy he’s a wonder, jest a bottom-dollar brick,

The same ez my ol’ Billy on the banks uv Lizzard Crick.

          Billy, Buzzy, Billy Buzzy,

                   I am writin’ this tur you;

          Billy, Buzzy, Billy Buzzy,

                   Good ol’ Billy, tried an’ true!

          Years may come an’ years may wander

                   We’re apart an’ older grown;

          But I’ll love you, Billy Buzzy

                   Jest ez long ez love is known.

O, the days with Billy Buzzy when so carefully we stole

On the bridge behind the sawmill an’ unwound our fishin’ pole;

How cautiously we flattened on a warped an’ twisted plank

Tur see ef any shiners wuz a hidin’ ‘neath the bank.

Billy Buzzy he could ketch ‘em when no other youngster could,

He could track a coon or otter thru the thickest uv the wood;

He could climb the highest tree-top, he would never take a stump,

An’ they warn’t no sech a fighter in the hull uv Gungawamp.

          Billy, Buzzy, Billy Buzzy,

                   I am writin’ this tur you;

          Billy, Buzzy, Billy Buzzy,

                   Dear ol’ Billy, tried an’ true;

          Years may come an’ years may wander,

                   An’ we kennot stop their flow;

          But I’ll love yew, Billy Buzzy,

                   Long ez love ez mine tur know.

March 22, ‘99

Courier,

          April 30, ‘99