Our Hired Girl
Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann;An' she can cook best things to eat!She ist puts dough in our pie-pan,An' pours in somepin' 'at's good an' sweet;An' nen she salts it all on topWith cinnamon; an' nen she'll stopAn' stoop an' slide it, ist as slow,In th' old cook-stove, so's 'twon't slopAn' git all spilled; nen bakes it, soIt's custard-pie, first thing you know!An' nen she'll say,"Clear out o' my way!They's time fer work, an' time fer play!Take yer dough, an' run, child, run!Er I cain't git no cookin' done!"
When our hired girl 'tends like she's mad,An' says folks got to walk the chalkWhen she's around, er wisht they had!I play out on our porch an' talkTo Th' Raggedy Man 'at mows our lawn;An' he says, "Whew!" an' nen leans onHis old crook-scythe, and blinks his eyes,An' sniffs all 'round an' says, "I swawn!Ef my old nose don't tell me lies,It 'pears like I smell custard-pies!"An' nen he'll say,"Clear out o' my way!They's time fer work, an' time fer play!Take yer dough, an' run, child, run!Er she cain't git no cookin' done!"
Wunst our hired girl, when sheGot the supper, an' we all et,An' it wuz night, an' Ma an' meAn' Pa went wher' the "Social" met,--An' nen when we come home, an' seeA light in the kitchen door, an' weHeerd a maccordeun, Pa says, "Lan'--O'-Gracious! who can her beau be?"An' I marched in, an' 'Lizabuth AnnWuz parchin' corn fer The Raggedy Man!Better say,"Clear out o' the way!They's time fer work, an' time fer play!Take the hint, an' run, child, run!Er we cain't git no courtin' done!"
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