And off-colored patches quite often I wear;

But there's no kind of sport the young heart can cloy

Of a frolicsome, rollicksome, freckle-faced boy!

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THE DAM BELOW THE MILL.

The Springtime am a-comin', and the dogwood soon will bloom,

With the blossoms ten times thicker than the green leaves are in June,

And if yer want some pleasure that I nominate divine,

Just git yer minnow bucket, and yer hook and pole and line,

And slip away some mornin', when the weather's bright and still,

And hang a four-pound jumper at the dam below the mill!

There are lots of other pleasures in the old world here below,

And a mighty heap of happiness a feller 'll never know—

But never mind about 'em—just yer slip away and feel

That something so delectable that over yer will steal;

For it sets the pulses beatin' with a magic kind of thrill

When yer hang a four-pound jumper at the dam below the mill!

When yer 'gin to take the fever, and yer feel it comin' on,

Why yer boun' ter go a-fishin', just as shore as yer born;

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