The Old Hay-Mow

The Old Hay-mow's the place to play     Fer boys, when it's a rainy day!     I good-'eal ruther be up there     Than down in town, er anywhere!     When I play in our stable-loft,     The good old hay's so dry an' soft,     An' feels so fine, an' smells so sweet,     I 'most ferget to go an' eat.     An' one time wunst I did ferget     To go 'tel dinner was all et, -     An' they had short-cake - an' - Bud he     Hogged up the piece Ma saved fer me!     Nen I won't let him play no more     In our hay-mow where I keep store     An' got hen-eggs to sell, - an' shoo     The cackle-un old hen out, too!     An' nen, when Aunty she was here     A-visitun from Rensselaer,     An' bringed my little cousin, - he     Can come up there an' play with me.     But, after while - when Bud he bets     'At I can't turn no summersetts, -     I let him come up, ef he can     Ac' ha'f-way like a gentleman!