“I’m
goin’ to turn a new leaf o’er,”
Said
Amos Green, in Stokes’ store;
“Now
you kin talk an’ laff an’ scoff,
But
I am goin’ to swear off
A
thing or two, jest mark my word,”
An’
then the next thing Amos heard
Was
simply a good natured roar
Around
the store in Stokes’ store.
Jed
Martin he took out his pipe
Which,
ez pipes go, wuz purty ripe,
An’
says to Amos, ruther lame,
“What
be yur goin’ to swear off, Ame?”
An’
lookin’ at the crowd, says he,
“You
never stick to nothin’, gee!
You’ve
swore off year by year the same,
An’
yit you’re jest the same ol’ Ame!”
Then
Amos looked around the ring
Ez
though truz time he hed his fling;
He
cleared his throat, an’ hemmed an’ hawed,
While
all the others smoked and chawed.
Says
he, “I’ve swore off –” good an’ loud,
“Buyin’
terbacker fur this crowd!”
There
warn’t a murmer from the score
Uv
setters there in Stokes’ store.
Dec.
30, ‘09
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