  When canderdates git after Pa, Set up seegars, an' tell him flat How big a man he is, and Ma How good she cooks, an' all of that, I slip aroun' an' let 'em know I'm something on the homestead, too, Fer onct upon a time or so They'll hand a nickel out fer you! When they come here, it's mighty fine! Pa stops the team, an' work we quit An' them there fellere stays to dine An' talk the day-lights outen it! They tell us how the gover'ment Is goin' on, an' quote the law An' tell their choice fer president, When canderdates git after Pa! An' then they'll brag about his farm; How fine his hogs an' hosses air; How slick his cattle, till my arm Gits tired at all the jollies there! An' then they tell Ma she's a peach, A honey-lulu without flaw, A angel fur beyond their reach, When canderdates git after Pa. When after dinner they hitch up He sends me out to feed the shoats, An' then they drink with nary cup An' talk about the township votes; An' after they git gone, Pa he Has got a breath that's orful raw; But I tell you it's nuts to me When canderdates git after Pa! |
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