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You'd kinder hev ter hold yer breath
Whenever yer went by.

The furniture is all so soft
Made out o' plush and hair,
It kinder seemed ter say ter you
Sit down on me with care;
I didn't sit down good and hard
The whole time I wuz there—
I tell yer what, I longed sometimes
Fur my ole straight-backed chair.

My cousins were so tarnal p'lite
An' made so many bones
About my comin' down ter town,
An' called me Mr. Jones,
An' axed sech funny questions too,
They made me want ter run,
I'd gin a V ter heard um say
"How be yer, Jonathan."

I shook the dust off o' my feet
When I had stayed a week,
And got out of that Babylon,
Where everything wuz Greek,
An' homes were kept so mighty fine
You'd think they're made for kings,
With beds that wouldn't let yer sleep
For fear you'd bust their springs.

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