Break a fire-guard 'round my shack,

Plant my sod corn, fix my garden;

Everything is goin' to rack.

I can't work the way I used to;

Got to quittin' early now,

Since a little thing that happened,

I can't just remember how.

I was takin' leave of Nancy,

Standin' out there in the night,

And I put my arms around her--

Heart stopped beatin', just from fright.

Can't express the kind of feelin',--

Words wa'n't never made for this,--

As I drew her face up closer,

And I stole my first sweet kiss.

THE QUARREL

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Things have moved along some smoother

Since a week ago to-night,

Seems my blood turned all to p'ison--

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