To J. R. L.
Hosea Biglow's folks is gone
Down east to see his Uncle Franklin
He's lame to home — he's spilt the bone
That keeps the sinnews of the ankle in
He'd like to come and see ye all
And says he's greatly disappinted
But taint so serious arter all
As Hosey's sorter double jinted
Hosea he don't drink no toast
But tadpoles and Cochituate water
He says you're jail-birds eenamost
For swallerin what you hadnt oughter
Besides he says he kinder thinks
The police comes and takes the leavins
And cal'clates when theyve done their drinks
They'll go and peach on Pason Stevens.
Down east to see his Uncle Franklin
He's lame to home — he's spilt the bone
That keeps the sinnews of the ankle in
He'd like to come and see ye all
And says he's greatly disappinted
But taint so serious arter all
As Hosey's sorter double jinted
Hosea he don't drink no toast
But tadpoles and Cochituate water
He says you're jail-birds eenamost
For swallerin what you hadnt oughter
Besides he says he kinder thinks
The police comes and takes the leavins
And cal'clates when theyve done their drinks
They'll go and peach on Pason Stevens.
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