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Introduction
A story that "Uncle" Sam and "Aunt" Polly love to tell is the one that follows. It was related in a burst of naive confidence by "Aunt" Polly some­what in this manner:
Her mother, who was Mrs. Haggcrman, lived near the home occupied by Granddaddy Hicks with his daughter and son-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. Goulder Harmon and little Sam. The families were very intimate. Grand-daddy Hicks had named his little grand-son, Samuel, for himself and when the little baby girl came to the Haggermans, had named her Pollyanna for his wife. One day Mrs. Haggerman and Mrs. Harmon were doing some sewing—in fact, were having a race in needle work. The baby, Polly, was lying on a bed in the room with little five year old Samuel standing close by. The baby began to cry which disturbed the racers very much. Mrs. Hagger­man in her exasperation told little Samuel that she would sell him the baby for three sticks of wood. Samuel soberly brought in the three sticks of wood, laid them at her feet, took the baby out on the steps and quieted her. Latei
«5. And in great speed he ruined hjs steed And went on and tnk no heed, sir Over log and stump his house did jump And he fell dump plump, sir And his heart did thump And his breeches got hesmear-ed. For tore the lit, for tore the lit, For all the rudle he ding
(>. The Indian rushed up
hor to knock old 1 larmon down, sn
And (jeorge he come nimbly back
And got the s.ivage down, sir
Then, hear, v<m stinking son of a bitch,
I'm sticking to \ou like pitch
Anel he stuck to him like glue
And tore the top of the savage screw
And Thorner gained the field, sir.
For tore the lit, for tore the lit,
For all the rudle he ding
7. And here 's a help
For Washington and his men, sir
From blue stone line to Watauga Creek
>Xe have summoned every man, sir,
No flindcr f flint or^] steel can make him reel
No jaimcr [jar or^J steel can make him feel
For he will die agin the field, sir.
For tore the lit, for tore the lit,
For all the rudle lie ding.
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