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what's o'clock
Dry and gentle; it's plain as plain
To-day, I give it a week to run,
This rain, and then we'll have the sun,
As skittish as a piebald colt
And sudden as a thunderbolt.
All full o' notions, that's the way
Of the sun down here on a Summer's day.
Just take my word, before you've said
'Jack Robinson,' you'll be hugging the shade
Of every wall, and sweatin' in
A steam like my team when I bring 'em in.
Well, thank ye, Sir, I don't mind if I do,
Brandy neat is my usual brew."
To-day, I give it a week to run,
This rain, and then we'll have the sun,
As skittish as a piebald colt
And sudden as a thunderbolt.
All full o' notions, that's the way
Of the sun down here on a Summer's day.
Just take my word, before you've said
'Jack Robinson,' you'll be hugging the shade
Of every wall, and sweatin' in
A steam like my team when I bring 'em in.
Well, thank ye, Sir, I don't mind if I do,
Brandy neat is my usual brew."
Smell it, could he? The man's insane.
Smell the sun through a week of rain!
Yet the thought has a kind of glamour to it,
A relish of wit, however you view it,
A rainbow quip for a rainy day.
Smell the sun through a week of rain!
Yet the thought has a kind of glamour to it,
A relish of wit, however you view it,
A rainbow quip for a rainy day.
