So you've kem 'yer agen,
And one answer won't do?
Well, of all the derned men
That I've struck, it is you.
O Sal! 'yer's that derned fool from Simpson's, cavortin' round 'yer
in the dew.
Kem in, ef you WILL.
Thar,-quit! Take a cheer.
Not that; you can't fill
Them theer cushings this year,-
For that cheer was my old man's, Joe Simpson, and they don't make
such men about 'yer.
He was tall, was my Jack,
And as strong as a tree.
Thar's his gun on the rack,-
Jest you heft it, and see.
And YOU come a courtin' his widder! Lord! where can that critter,
Sal, be!
You'd fill my Jack's place?
And a man of your size,-
With no baird to his face,
Nor a snap to his eyes,
And nary-Sho! thar! I was foolin',-I was, Joe, for sartain,-don't
rise.
Sit down. Law! why, sho!
I'm as weak as a gal.
Sal! Don't you go, Joe,
Or I'll faint,-sure, I shall.
Sit down,-ANYWHEER, where you like, Joe,-in that cheer, if you
choose,-Lord! where's Sal?
Penelope
Bret Harte
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Poem topics: tree, weak, rise, place, answer, strong, face, fool, year, choose, jack, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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