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Drive a nail into the fender!
 It won't wobble then, I hope,—
The thill is broken in two places?
 Here—come get this other rope!

Then go brush old Nancy's foretop,
 From her mane pick off the hay;
In a knot then tie her tail up
 So it won't be in the way.
Tie a greased rag round her spavin!
 To let 'er hurt it won't be right,—
Say! d'ye spose we'll want the larntern,
 When we're comin' home tonight?

Wish we had a nigger driver,
 Then I guess we'd go in style;
We'd make the people gaze before
 We'd been a half a mile!
Come now, hurry, Jake and Lydia,—
 Have ye washed yer? where 's the comb?
Come now, hurry,—let's start early,
 So we'll find the folks at home.

Hope Aunt Hulda 'll bile some 'taters;
 Won't we ply the knife and fork?
Hope she'll have a Injun pudd'n!
 Hope she 'll have a hunk of pork!