Swimmin' in the Crick

 

   Swimmin’ In The Crick.

 

 

The sun is high up in the sky,

     The days are growin’ long;

The trees are full uv trembly leaves,

     The birds are full uv song.

The shores are lined with hangin’ boughs,

     To cover noisy frogs;

An’ turkles they jes’ sun themselves

     Upon the fallen logs.

 

Ol’ “Lizzard Crick” is free once more,

     An’ glistens in the sun;

The time o’ year is comin’ when

     The Gungy boys hev fun.

It’s divin’ off the mossy banks

     An’ swimmin’ in the pool;

An’ playin’ “hookey” now an’ then

     Frum Gungy’s village school.

 

Bathtubs an’ houses are all right

     Fur city folks, I ween;

An’ bathin’ in the surf is fun,

     In waters white an’ green.

But let me dive in “Lizzard Crick”,

     An’ git a taste o’ that;

Ef that don’t beat the salty sea,

     I’ll eat my ol’ straw hat!

 

May 7, 1913

                  May 9, ’13 (cut off) …ming