large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_20_64kb_5
large/1281/lovesongs_sv_librivox_64kb_mp3/love-songs_field_20_64kb
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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! 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
 to be On peaceable terms with the neighbors an' me; Used to fiddle an' squirm, and grunt "Oh, how nice!" When I tickled the back of that bench-legged fyce! He wuz long in the bar'l, like a fyce oughter be; His color wuz yaller as ever you see; His tail, curlin' upward, wuz long, loose, an' slim-- When 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! ER IT MUCH WAS JUST A PLAIN DOG AND CONTENTED TO BE ON PEACEABLE TERMS WITH THE NEIGHBORS AND ME USED TO FIDDLE AND SQUIRM AND GRUNT OH HOW NICE WHEN I TICKLED THE BACK OF THAT BENCH LIKE A VICE HE WAS LONG IN THE BAR LIKE A FIE SOTTER BEE HIS COLOR WAS YALLER AS EVER YOU SEE HIS TAIL CURLIN UPWARD 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
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