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Uncle Josh at a Circus WALL, 'long last year, 'bout harvest time, thar wuz a cirkus cum to Punkin Centre, and I think the whole population turned out to see it. UNCLE JOSH AT A CIRCUS WELL LONG LAST YEAR BOUT HARVEST TIME THERE WAS A CIRCUS COME TO PUNKIN CENTRE AND I THINK THE WHOLE POPULATION TURNED OUT TO SEE IT
as some feller one time sed, "Thereby hangs a tale." I wuz goin' along one night, John, At a purty lively rate, The old machine a-doin' her best, And me forty minutes late, When all at once there came a crash, I felt the old track yield, And fireman, machine and I Went into a farmer's field. There's little more to say, John, They laid me up for repairs, But my fireman, poor fellow, Hadn't time to say his prayers. So now you have my story, John; Still, you don't know how it feels To know you've got to plug around On a couple of flat wheels. But it doesn't bother me, John, Gosh, not fer a minnit; I'm as happy as the day is long, And feel jist strictly in it. But sometimes I like to meet the boys, And talk them days all over, And I feel as gay and chipper As a calf in a field of clover But the happiest days I've known, John, The ones that to me see best, Wuz when I run an old machine Way out in the woolly west. Glory--Gittin' killed and not gittin' paid fer it. --Punkin Centre Philosophy.  SECTION THIRTY FOUR OF UNCLE JOSH'S PUNKIN CENTER STORIES BY COW STUART THIS LIVER BOX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN RECORDING BY PHILIP MARTIN
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