large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_20_64kb_3
large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_20_64kb
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We all hev our choice, an' you, like the rest, Allow that the dorg which you've got is the best; I wouldn't give much for the boy 'at grows up With no friendship subsistin' 'tween him an' a pup! When a fellow gits old  I tell you it's nice To think of his youth and his bench legged fyce! WE ALL HAVE OUR CHOICE AND YOU LIKE THE REST ALLOW THAT THE DOG WHICH YOU'VE GOT IS THE BEST I WOULDN'T GIVE MUCH FOR THE BOY IT GROWS UP WITH NO FRIENDSHIP SUBSISTENTWEN HIM AND A PUP WHEN A FELLOW GETS OLD I TELL YOU IT'S NICE TO THINK HIS YOUTH AND HIS BENCH LEGGED FIRE
en he didn't wag it, why, the tail it wagged him! His legs wuz so crooked, my bench-legged pup Wuz as tall settin' down as he wuz standin' up! He'd lie by the stove of a night an' regret The various vittles an' things he had et; When a stranger, most likely a tramp, come along, He'd lift up his voice in significant song-- You wondered, by gum! how there ever wuz space In that bosom o' his'n to hold so much bass! Of daytimes he'd sneak to the road an' lie down, An' tackle the country dorgs comin' to town; By common consent he wuz boss in St. Joe, For what he took hold of he never let go! An' a dude that come courtin' our girl left a slice Of his white flannel suit with our bench-legged fyce! He wuz good to us kids--when we pulled at his fur Or twisted his tail he would never demur; He seemed to enjoy all our play an' our chaff, For his tongue 'u'd hang out an' he'd laff an' he'd laff; An' once, when the Hobart boy fell through the ice, He wuz drug clean ashore by that bench-legged fyce! WARD WAS LONG LOOSE AND SLIM WHEN HE DIDN'T WAG IT WHY THE TAIL IT WAGGED HIM HIS LEGS WERE SO CROOKED MY BENT LEGGED PUP WAS AS TALL SETTIN DOWN AS HE WAS STANDING UP HE'D LIE BY THE STOVE OF A NIGHT AND REGRET THE VARIOUS FIDDLES AND THINGS HE HAD ET WHEN A STRANGER MOST LIKELY A TRAMP CAME ALONG HE'D LIFT UP HIS VOICE INSIGNIFICANT SONG YOU WONDERED BY GUM HOW THERE EVER WAS SPACE IN THAT BOSOM O HIS'N TO HOLD SO MUCH BASE OF DAY TIME HE'DD SNEAK THE ROAD AND LIE DOWN AND TACKLE THE COUNTRY DOGS COMING TO TOWN BY COMMON CONSENT HE WAS BOSS IN SAINT JOE FOR WHAT HE TOOK HOLD OF HE NEVER LET GO AND A DEW THAT CAME COURTING OUR GIRL LEFT A SLICE OF HIS WHITE FLANNEL SUIT WITH OUR BENCH LEG ADVICE HE WAS GOOD TO US KIDS WHEN WE PULLED AT HIS FUR OR TWISTED HIS TAIL HE WOULD NEVER DEMUR HE SEEMED TO ENJOY ALL OUR PLAYIN OUR CHAFF FOR HIS TONGUE UD HANG OUT AND HE'D LAUGH AND HE'D LAUGH AND ONCE WHEN THE HOME BY BOY FELL THROUGH THE ICE HE WAS DRUGGED CLEAN ASHORE BY THAT BENCH LEG ADVICE
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