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;     Then ye'd better git yer trapping's in the proper kind o' fix,     And go and hear the music when yer reel a-spinnin' clicks;     For he rushes through the water at a pace that's fit ter kill     When yer hang a four-pound jumper at the dam below the mill!