Spent the day with these new neighbors,

Getting 'quainted with the men.

Talk about the prairie roses!

Purtiest flow'rs in all the world,

But they look like weeds for beauty

When I think of that new girl.

Strange, she seems so kind of friendly

When I'm awkward, every way,

And my tongue gets hitched and hobbled,

Everything I try to say!

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There's one person, that Jim Johnson,

That there man I can't abide;

He's been milling around near Nancy,--

Durn his dirty, yaller hide!

Never really liked that Johnson;

Now, each time I hear his name,

Feel this state's too thickly settled,--

That is, since that new girl came.

If this making love to women

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