Longings.

I.     Gim me back my stone-bruised heel,         And them tow-linen pants,     An' that old pole an' line an' reel,         An' all them boyhood ha'nts,     An' that old hat I used to wear,         That didn't hav' no crown,     An' that same crop uv yeller hair--         Sun-burnt on top ter brown--     An' them playmates I used ter know,         An' loved like very brothers--     An' you kin let the old world go         An' giv' its wealth ter others! II.     Gim me back one gallus, too,         That buttoned with a peg,     An' them blamed ticks that burrowed through         The skin uv either leg,     An' that old single-barrel gun,         As crooked as a rail,     An' that same dog that used ter run         The molly cotton-tail,     An' lem me hav' the tops I spun--         The kites that I hav' sailed--     An' then at last, when life is done,         Who'd keer if it had failed?