Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1915-08-10
Why 'PoIeon Left Maine.

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Why 'PoIeon Left Maine.
Or. H. Dyer. Fairfield, Me.)
You ak Wv I'm back on da Canadaw
An wy l don't lax da state!
Lessen, my fren' wat I'm say TO you,
An don't toll som'wan wen l get troo,
For ba da tonder, if you do
You amt done somt'ing CRATE
I'm buyin' da farm on da Central Maine,
On top da Wan Mile Hill
Mise leettle house all paint it red,
An crate beeg barn, an two, tree shed,
An ony ten mile, strate ahed,
To da town O. Wartarville.
MY frens on da factry were 1 was work
Dey t'ink l am gon crazee,
honerd down,
To lawyer dat live on SOM odder town,
For Ian OATS cover all over da groun
Wit rock an da stomp of tree.
But l don't car wat dey calm me
Don't max any hurt at all.
pile up dem rock-work day an mite;
An blow up da stomp wit dynamite;
An l get da w'ole farm clear all rite
Before it's comm fall
10 amt so foolish ! look it, me
Get somt'ing up my sleeve.
Wen I'm buyln dat phase on sloe ia
lax,
Dere's piaintee sport gon' come an max
Da drink before dey leave.
So I'm kippin' da red-eye on da house
OATS purity strong for Jag!
An I toll you somting on da sly
/ max it mese'f an l hop l die
If you tink I'm fill you up full of lie
JUS for da SAX Of brag.
Yass, l MAX it da sapree bon w'iskey
In da still on da cellar floor!
Da fellers dere comm to beat da ban,
An l bet my feet an da bote my han
I'm maxim more money dan tree, TO
man
Dat work were l work before
My beezness, for mebby fo' five year
Is ron heem on da roulette.
I'm comm rich man purity queeck bam-
bye,
If Sturgees policeman kip shut hees eye
But da fool wax up, lax da bird dat fly
Wen he's scare by da small bullet.
It's comm lax dis:-Wen I'm gon' away
For veesit som fren' in town,
l KEGS da bon femme an my gal Marie
An toll dem watch out for my bon
Look out for da stranger" My wife
Den my mare keek heem up da groun'.
I'm gon' bout mile an haf or two
Wen I'm meetin Alec Beaudry-
He's Teller my girl-wat you call da
Da mare don't stop. so / Yell, Hello
TAX car my familee.'
It's seek on da clock wen I'm back dat
mite
On da front my own barnyard. .~s ii y
Ev'rytings quiet da sam it's dead,
An l get mstruS' on top my head,
Som axident fall on my house an shed
Dat max my hart jomp hard.
But put up da mare an pass on da
Dat lead orr da beeg cuisine:
Wen l seen inside. ketch my bret
An somt'ing is chokin' my troat to det'
1t look lax dozen men en- fete
Ben fife lax da will injin
Dat kitchen is stave it up for fair
Don't look JUS da sam at all:
Da chairs knock 'roun' not tall en- regle;
Da table is break it bout two. tree leg;
But mos worse ting is box full egg
Dat bus all over da floor!
I fin my wife on da chambre a coucher
Sect down on da side da bed;
She's hol' da handkerchief on da eye
An talk bout woman dat wip an cry
I'm fra'd she don't stop she mebby die
So I'm liftin' it up 'er head.
An after da water dry out her eye
She toll it ola story me:
Bout Sturgees Teller max all da stink
Wen he's tryin' for buy da leette drink;
He don't get nothin', but try an wink
An spark wit my gal, Sapree
Alec he's work on ola feeshin' pole
Outside on da gallerie.
He whsle away on hees leettle job,
FeeXin' da line an reel an bob,
Wen he seen dat fo'-f1oSh Sturgees Sob
Tryin' for KEGS Marie.
OATS how da treble begin. mon vieux,
But dat amt da way she en-;
For wen l toll you Alec Is slow
! forget for saw he's strong also:
Wen he get good start he max tings
But he go to far. my fren.
For he grab dat Teller roun' da belt,
An tro' heem so hard he can,
Rite troo da door go down da stair,
An he strike on da bottom da cellar
Were
Da still is hide. an da corn is dere-
l s'pose you onderstan';
So OATS wy I'm back on da Canadian, =
My OF bon femme an me.
We skip 1t out on da dark of mite,
An lef' da state clear off our site
Alec? He's ronnin' da farm all rite,
An marry wit my Marie.