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THE PIONEERS.
strains to another tune, which was but little more scientific than the former. All that she understood of the words, were—
"And when the proud forest is falling.
To my oxen cheerfully calling,
From morn until night I am bawling,
Woe, back there, and hoy and gee,
Till our labour is mutually ended,
By my strength and cattle befriended,
And against the musquitoes defended,
By the bark of the walnut tree.—
"Away! then, you lads who would buy land,
Choose the oak that grows on the high land.
Or the silvery pine on the dry land.
It matters but little to me."
