Down
berlow the ol stun wall,
They’s er pool;
Thet
is where we scarmper all.
Arter school.
Thet
is where we duck an swim,
Will
an Frank an Ted an Jim,
Little
Abe an Fred an Tim,
An the “Fool”.
Who’s
the “Fool”? Why, don’t yew know?
Reubin Gunn;
An
what makes us call him so?
Cuz, he’s one.
‘Ud
git him down ‘ere aller lone. Sit
All
onstript, an overgrown,
‘N’ chase him roun an duck him skin and bone, Chase... down,
Jest fur fun!
Lordy!
Don’t we haze him ‘o’?
‘N don’t he swear? Makes him… ;
Call
him everything, yew know, y’
Cuz we dare.
But
by jo! ef Reubin got
Inner
fight an like ez not
Wuz
gittin licked, tell yew what, y’
We’d be there!
March
18, 1895
B.
Courier,
Aug.
25, ‘95
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