Gungawamp In Winter

Folks think that in wintertime the country’s purty drear,

Thet there ain’t much a-goin’ on to liven up an’ cheer;

But ef they’d come to Gungawamp, an’ live the winter through,

An' git intew the social life they’d take a diffrunt view.

The Village band meets Monday nights o’er Barlow’s blacksmith shop,

An’ plays the very latest airs, an’ lots o’ people drop

In fur a while an’ give the boys a word of praise or two,

An' smoke an’ argue on the way the “old band uster do”.

On Tuesday nights the Grangers meet, we all belong to that,

Which same is kerried right along with vigor an’ eclat.

An’ Wednesday nights we hev a dance, or concert in the hall,

Or movin’ picture show perhaps which ketches one an’ all;

An’ Thursday night the choir meets an’ sometimes servin’ bees,

An’ purty much the hull blame town turns out to go to these.

An’ prayer meetin’s Friday nights fur them as wants to go,

An’ Whist an’ sech fur them as think the meetin’s are too slow.

An’ Saturday – waal that’s the night we buy our Sunday fare;

The streets are full of people an’ excitement ev’rywhere.

An’ Sunday nights at church. Yew see the nights are purty full,

An’ them inside the social whirl, they never find it dull.

An’ daytimes there is Stokes’ store where fellers set all day

An' settle matters, town an’ state, in a much better way.

An' then the mail three times a day – we’re right there on the spot –

O Gungawamp’s a lively place in wintertime; that’s what.

January 19, ‘08