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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
It made those feelings git,
And raised the hopes of Bowers—
I wish I had 'em yet.
And so I went to mining, Put in my biggest licks; Come down upon the boulders Like a thousand of bricks. I labored late and early, In rain an' sun an' snow, I was working for my Sally— 'Twas all the same to Joe.
One day I got a letter, 'Twas from my brother Ike; It came from Old Missouri, And all the way from Pike. It was the darndest letter That ever I did see, And brought the darndest news That was ever brought to me.
It said that Sal was false to me—
It made me cuss and swear—
How she'd went and married a butcher,
And the butcher had red hair;
And, whether 'twas gal or boy
The letter never said,
But that Sally had a baby,
And the baby's head was red!