Spearin’ Eels

                                                    

Some like to sleigh behind a pair uv hosses spruce an’ fine,

Some like to take a gun an’ lay fur foxes in the pine;

Some like to set around the fire an’ toast their dulbain heels,

But ez fer me I’d rather go an’ spear awhile fur eels.

Some ‘druther hang around the stove down in the village store

An’ wrangle over pollertics, or spin the ol’ yarns o’er;

Some like to set an’ tell about their big hoss tradin’ deals,

But I would rather cut a hole an’ go to spearin’ eels.

Ol’ “Lizzard’s” froze frum shore to shore with ice twelve inches thick,

An’ eels are lyin’ in the mud all up an down the “Crick”,

An’ all the fun I keer about is jest to git a pole

An’ spear, an’ poke it in a two foot icy hole.

Some druther fool their time away playin’ cards or games

Like checkers, pool, or pit or whist an’ var’ous other names;

But to my simple rustic mind there’s nuttin’ quite appeals

So strong ez gittin’ on the “Crick” an’ spearin’ there fur eels.

Feb. 15, 1904