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Marm, bring out that bag o ' apples!
 See them youngsters fight 'n' scratch!
Shut the door 'n' crawl out o' the winder!
 Stick the scissors in the latch!

Now we're off, as sure as preachin'
 Sun is in the eastern sky,—
Nancy! Nancy! don 't git frisky!
 My! but aint the critter high!
Phoebe, tuck that blanket round yer,
 Have ye got yer gaiters on?
Gosh—I've left my pipe 'n' barker,
 Clean forgot 'em sure's yer born!

Sam, set over side of Lydia—
 Marm 'n' me will set in front,—
Thought I'd get a jug o' 'lasses,
 But I swan, I guess I won't.
Got to stop 'n' buy some 'barker—
 Can't git through the day without.
Double up yer long legs, Sammy—
 Stop yer sprawlin' like a lout!

Hold on Bill! ye 'll git a tumble—
 Ye 'll be slidin' on yer head!
Jake, SET DOWN! or I shall send ye
 To the other end o' the sled!