We’re
cleanin’ house in Gungywaamp
An’
ev’rbody’s on the jump.
The
house is almost inside out
An’
father is put to rout.
He
jest comes in to git a bite
The
dodges quickly out o’ sight;
I
never witnessed sech a touse
Sence
mother started cleanin’ house.
The
floors are cold an’ bare an’ rough,
The
halls are piled up full uv stuff;
The
stairs are loaded full uv junk,
The
silverware is in a trunk.
Our
clothes are somewhere, we suppose,
But
we don’t dare ask fur clothes;
Sometime
we eat out in the hll,
An’
sometimes we don’t eat at all.
Oh,
cleanin’ house is awful tough,
But
mother never gits enough;
She’d
like to scrub the place all o’er
Then
start an’ tear up ev’ry floor.
Of
there I cleanin’ house, I say,
Off
yonder in the far-away,
I
really think I’d ruther go
An'
hev a room way down below!
April
10, 1913
For
Wed.
Apr.
16
touse –
a
commotion, rumpus.
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